wounds
Rise from deep wounds
From the wounds of the past
The gray skies where doubt flies
Cover all eyes with dust
Cold the winds blow
While rancor grows and stays
Bitter tears inside blind eyes
Their justice is a fake
Nation, this time is ours
You, beaten nation
You wont cry this time
Nation, revenge is ours
Just beaten nation
Just believe this time
I promised you Id die today
Tears wont wet your eyes
Ill be by your side to rise this gun
The gun I have in my hands
Well see them bleed, reaching the end
Theyll draw our smiles
Nation I just feel kind of away now
But Im still brave
I see some blood running out
So lets take what is ours