Many years has passed now
Since the treason came before us
People are suffering still
Breathing fear
And it comes from within
Agony brings them to despair
Seeks vengeance upon those who started the fall
None speaks the treason
Silence feasting on hearts so frail
Families plundered
Families slain
Once lush and prospering
Now desert meadows and vast land fields
A war swiftly passed but the remnants were cursed
Ignorance burn and plague rests
Suffer engaged the reaper bow
They bear
In fear
Out here
Death comes out of there
A pale hooded figure stepped through the odour
Simply walking away
No more feeding from outstretched hands or promises
This hooded creature were born to a slave
A circumstance he rejects
Fathers and fathers of dead generations
All born the same
Utter curses of pestering silence
This son will not take it no more
Mediating with inner turmoil
What in hell is this conscience for
Temptations are fed through the heart
Screaming at peace
Screaming out harshly of lure
Was really this meaningless life meant for me
A fire in his eyes as dark as disguise
This son will not take it no more
Reverence for fathers and time that has gone
What in hell is this conscience for
Leaving his family oathed to a blood feud for fathers and fathers of dead generations
Imbued with will
Setting his feet for the road
