Let the earth speak with the crack of bones and the iron of storms, Let the wind carry names erased from lips and stone. Freedom is born from ashes and black tears, And writes the law of its existence in blood.
Let hearts be forged by cold, without the right to pity, Let the path be lit by the shine of broken shackles. There, where life is a strike and a step through pain, Eternity rises, harsh and unforgiving.
Should have stayed home. Yes, it’s that simple.