Stillness settles across our plain
Too many hearts pounding, deafening to the ear
Long waiting, for the blades pain
Anticipating the cut through silence
Not realizing that retribution must be paid
By the blood spilled of those victims of violence
Rumbling Earth shakes as the old ways
Once held passion in the battles for freedom
Quake of horse hooves, wars cries the old days
Mother yearning someone to return
Someone they will remember once again
And bring vengeance upon those who burn
The gift of harvest and life to sustain
Life over centuries past 'til now
Ungrateful bastards returned nothing but disdain
All their evil ways washed away by the rain
After the wait for the battles end
No evidence, nor hate will remain
Rebuilding anew, our land, our home
Fortified fortress of hope and love
Ao what was once lost, may once again roam
©2003-2010 J. Polino
Too many hearts pounding, deafening to the ear
Long waiting, for the blades pain
Anticipating the cut through silence
Not realizing that retribution must be paid
By the blood spilled of those victims of violence
Rumbling Earth shakes as the old ways
Once held passion in the battles for freedom
Quake of horse hooves, wars cries the old days
Mother yearning someone to return
Someone they will remember once again
And bring vengeance upon those who burn
The gift of harvest and life to sustain
Life over centuries past 'til now
Ungrateful bastards returned nothing but disdain
All their evil ways washed away by the rain
After the wait for the battles end
No evidence, nor hate will remain
Rebuilding anew, our land, our home
Fortified fortress of hope and love
Ao what was once lost, may once again roam
©2003-2010 J. Polino
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