Among the ashes, tears do flow building foundations strong with fear binding threads, behind masks show the count down has just begun.
While darkness seeps through hearts of doubt, the land cries from thirst and shame, why man had to make his mark across the universal plain.
Where shadows fall upon misty nights dawn hides away what can't be found thorns never seen, must bleed away tears that fall upon deceit.
The truth may be a passing thing, while silence flow like thunder across skies among the ashes of time we see a world distorted, a world we lost a world of ashes known as history.
Though bleakness draws its final breath, life flows faster yet, to settle down across the land, forces of false conclusion end, in sorrow and heartache among the ashes of yesterday.
Today's another day, where ashes were thrown among never-ending sorrow, years and years ago, now freedom rings no more, we walk among disasters new where only shadows flow and darken in these new days of uncertainty.
(Cross your arms each and everyone, that we may never see the shadows appear)