Fresh fears
Fresh tears
The ones dried by the wind
We thought would be blown
Away forever
We thought a forever of drums
Drums of peace has begun

But guns everywhere
Drums of bloodbath
Drums of doom
Drums of death

Banging


Hanging on thin thread of hope
We wail for sunburst
With sunburnt tongues
We wail to starlight
Pulling strands of hairs on hairy hands
To see if life flows in blood paths

This is the tale
Tale of throes
Tales of woes told by tale teller


We don't know what has castrated
Our manhood
Those whose tongues pulled
Jonah out of the Ass Rock
Now are dump and deaf buffoons
I was one of them ranting
Like drunken fools full of foolery

I was one of the ranters
I was one of the chanters
Calling for Jonah's blood

Now we have installed a monster
More monstrous than any gogon mendusa
We have ever seen or will see

Now they have drawn tribal lines
Lines of war between night and day
Today we don't know where we are
Today we don't know where we are
Our lives are worth less than feather
Of a sparrow and could be put out
Like candle in the lips of the wind...