| Walking in the night
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| across the silent oak forest
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| we are crying for your life man
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| I feel their presence all around me
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| in the odour of earth
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| we are living and we will return
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| when the oppressor’s hand is over your heads
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| Waiting for his axe blows
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| to feel our last trees
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| we don’t want him to destroy our sons
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| he will pay for all the evil done to the world
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| Look at the sky it’s grey
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| no flying birds move the air
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| no sun ray warms your skin
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| no moon for dreaming, loving
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| and death kills life
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| and your eyes are tired
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| of seeing mistakes everywhere
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| and to be fooled by continuos lies
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| The first clods now start to move
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| the first fists are free from earth
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| and rage and war cries fill the air
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| rage to revenge their ancient world
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| cries to destroy who all destroyed
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| and armed fists to crush his head
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| Everywhere you feel their steps
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| you feel their breath
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| as a wolf looking for his prey
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| they chase him
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| and the night will be so long
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| and the night will be so strong
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| until the last verdict be given
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| And the sky is blue again
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| and the birds are flying free
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| and the sun rays warm your skin
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| first love words will move the air
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| the first dream will come true till the end of time. |