Bird's chants are over.
Child's laughs are over.
Look around, your nation's dead.
God has forgotten your name
And has died with your land.
Welcome it's the season of the dead and look,
slavery remains.
Six feet under rot your friends.
Ohhh father, llok at what the brothers have done,
They must suffer!
They destroy their state in a split second.
Here nothing remains but hate pain.
Vengeance is in the mind
You're lost in a false paradise
Hosts of people died here,
No promise of peace in a constant commotioned age.
Maybe death is the only solution.
And forever this nation's dead.
Beg the pardon.
FOG 2004
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