The night is black The days are gray The times are hard for us My people suffer...
My people suffer from their surroundings. We live in a world that hates us. Everything here we cannot trust. We cannot even trust ourselves.
I escaped this horrid place, I traveled beyond, to the place of the other My lord was always there My lord prepared me for the trip as best he could
He told me it would be difficult And I believed him; for he was my lord, And he rescued me
He was the first, and the only My lord was the first to leave And the only to go back Our enemies placed us in that horrid prison
They had almost defeated us But we are strong willed Our place was not to die from their creation But to conquer and become stronger from it
My home was a place from which I will always have nightmares And yet I feel compelled to go back back to free others I am free of the horror But so many more remain in *******
I was an unwilling slave, as are most of my people We were slaves, not just from hatred As most of the free would say, But, as I have discovered, also from love. Love of family, love of people, but hatred of our enemies, hatred of our home
I will turn this hatred into love I will return to my home I will free my people