Our days are plagued
By the vision of modern times
Mother earth cries to us
To cherish her comfort
By the passage
By the oak
By the blood we are born
For liberation we seek
A dead worlod in the shadows dwell!
By the woodlands
For we are one
By the blood we are born
For our souls seek freedom
Our dreams have become
Something to forget
In modern times of faceless values
Lies and deceit
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