Last night I went to sleep as a child Only to wake up this morning and find out I was a man In my hands I discovered the tools and the rage of my father And in my heart I found the love and the fears of my mother
Confrontation between the night and the day The land and the sea The fire and the air The sacred and the profane The holy and the unholy The focused and the misdirected The bully and the flesh The mind and the spirit The sound and the air The oppressor and the resister The brother and the sister
We are not walking the ghosts of the dead We are alive With the spirit of our passion