Текст песни Seven Generations - The Rising of the Sun

Another culture is crushed by our uncaring hands
Another acre falls beneath the treads of this
Brutal, heartless empire as we pillage the world
Searching for a dream within the nightmare we made
But I dream of standing on the top of
The wreckage of these dividing walls
And I dream of the day these chains break
From around our bloody mangled wrists
As our arrogant pride blinds our foolish eyes
And as our luxury corrupts our selfish souls
Another's life is stolent by the horrific plague
Our mislead longings have fed over all the years
But I long to see the end of this
Oppressive, cut-throat hegemony
And I long for the day when all eyes
Can finally open to see the sun of freedom rise
To cast out this darkness that stretches without end (and with the veil of night lifted at last
from our eyes the truth will shine as bright as day)
we are slaves bound to the oars that row us into damnation
lamenting our lives of bondage while holding
the key to freedom in our hands
we are the tortured servants of a murderous master
starving as we steal to feed the belly of the beast
so here I'm standing one the outskirts of sanity
frantically screaming for the rising of the sun