Gently did they walk....
In rhythms did they talk...
To mourn with a reason....
A crime as great as treason...
We let a laugh,they let a cry....
Lost in merry...
Did they walk us by...
Behind this walls did we hear...
The voice of the lame...the groans of the tame....
They put us in sorrow....
They turned in our pain...
Those villages burnt red...
They kindled flames to our bed....
What is it to a shawdow....
People fallowing in sorrow....
Leave!...leave!...
U rebellious shawdows...