• Last Words Of A Savage

    Brothers of a distant land,
    why have you stained our golden sand?
    Is it not freedom for which you proudly stand?
    Then why can't we walk hand in hand?... more »

  • Overcome

    C'mon brother, wake up and feel your disease,
    rise up out of this place.
    Take my hand and i'll lead you through this barren wasteland,
    this lifeless decay.... more »

  • Seek The Truth

    A sense of detachment now a little unsure
    the remedy is near but you can't find the cure.
    Vainly you attempt to weaken the walls,
    to plunder the city, to walk through the halls.... more »