We came from the dark pit of the earth
Where laid in depth nearly close
To us some core of doom and there
We weren't catching any breath
So we could only use our bounds
To isolate ourselves from sounds
Of the screaming pain of lying dead
With badly glued their heads to necks
And knock them off from falling trees
Who said we cannot use diseases
To prepare this land for life
With striving strikes among mean silence
We were silenced like children played loud
On the first floor running up and down the stares
They eyes on us with scared faces
Replaced their souls
We bought them freedom, but they wasted
In the first day of the moon
Come brave and glorious wise man
You have to pass through all their strums
Which they do by biting our tails
And wings, they puke and swallow out on our faces
Like the ceremony of disgrace and lightnings
Now can't light at all
We stay outside, but still at home
Making us believe in non-existent beings
Shoving fist of harmful gore and blacked out mist
