Screw your mind and feed you
Take him to the fashion like none before had seen
Though the Ligon’s tear and mine is a fine fee
Let’s not be advised and camouflage this

To liberate the voice of
And in the lonely nation

Fighters and cauldrons and blood and silk
Where shadows are true and your mother’s your thrills
Queens of the blade, son of treat, they’re deranged 
Don’t question the ones with the shots, we’re embraced

All the winds and waves surrounding this
Was He meek and real, seek my voice
To a circumstance, to a dark notation
Increase the way, come, this just ain’t my awaktion

To liberate the voice of
And in the lonely nation