we dwell in purity
beneath a sea of abundance
content with the nurture

of our native land

we are awakened in torment

stabbed by the oppressors blade

a silence

slashed by tyranny's
hostile face


provoke they must
the righteous sons
invading our dwelling

and yield we shall not

restrain us

and we shall strike
at the throats of our
oppressors possessed by the

serpents vengance
hold us down and you shall know
the fury that dwells within


your wrath coiled around the earth
your venom courses it veins

strike at their fear
destroy their kingdoms
with your poisonous rage


revenge


pulsing through seas of a blind age
appear in their dreams
as a hellish crusade

suppression, condemnation
to spit away


probing with your morality
bore us not with your profanity
for those who rose

shall strike
with the serpents vengance