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 »
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 »