It's Madness,
in this promised world of freedom.
Why are they so mad?
Why are they so mad?
It's crazy,
that they killed that baby
in the name of Land.
Why are they so mad?
Why are they so mad,
that the baby was born of kin
to that Bright Lady in the sky?
My sun, I worry for you.
My sun, with all this madness
what will become of you?
My son, I worry for you. My son, with all this madness what will become of you?