Mother and father, the son has returned. I come with great news of the lessons I've learned, the things that I've seen, the works I have done. Gather round and listen you your son, your son. I've seen the men build, I've studied their ways, watched as gods were transformed out of water and clay, night turned to day, monsters hunted as prey. And here is the message that I've come back to convey. They seek not to conquer or to ruin or kill, but to find the potential what lies dormant and still. They bring about beauty from the depths they have stormed. nothing is lost, no but only transformed. They've warmed frigid biomes with wonders and wiles, with style scraped and reshaped many miles. Glorified Great Notch using all their facilities, dared to imagine and to explore the possibilities. No war should be fought, no lives need be given. We can live and work together, let the past be forgiven, forgotten and forsaken, I know that we can commune, for I have worked with a man these last many moons.
Oh son oh son, no what've you done. Oh my head spins around me, now my heart weighs a ton. World undone, black tears are falling down my face. Our family could suffer no greater disgrace. The enemy race, who do pillage and burn, who slay your own brethren, who show no concern for the balance of life, or for the ways of the past, to abide them and side with them when Notch says to blast. Your faith should be strong, but it wobbles like gelatin. The spine of a squid when you should have been a skeleton. And sadly I know that only I am to blame, I should've shown you more love, could've saved us this shame, could've carried our name, made your grandmother proud. I'm a failure, a wretch, I knew I shouldn't have allowed you to set out alone, the suggestible one. Oh son, oh son, oh what have I done?
What've you done? Now your mother's in tears. At long last our long gone son reappears. And where have you been? In bed with our nemesis. My own son, a back stabbing human supremacist. Since when is this treason, you I once called my child? Now with those so loathed and imposed and reviled? So reckless and wild, who your grandfather fought, gave his life in one glorious burst when he brought down all at once six men in a crowd. Gave his life for his people, made his tribesmen proud. He'd cry out loud, he'd denounce us as scum. To see the abomination that you have become. Still do they slay us, their damage increases. With shinier and shiner weapons hack our brothers to pieces. And it never ceases, but you, oh venomous kin, have taken their sinister practice within. Betrayed your own skin, the thought of it sickens. You stand there so proud as your mother lays stricken, sit there self righteoussly praising their name, protesst despite me, blasphemous claims, blasting such shames,such sordid disgrace, such audacity showing your sickening face, no son of mine, oh cursed womb, no son, oh no son...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
