Since the beginning they try to survive
The dead river is a slowly genocide
From here I only see the red
Many of them surrender to stand

The ground is covered with roots and bones
Wait until the dark flight

The wild animals could almost speak
Some loaded killers could be around
And they could never forget the touch of death
The evil head comes screaming and rolling to scare

The snakes are shaking and the feathers fall
Miracles may bring some water to them

The heat of the Sun burns our life our home
Our dry land is a stage to death
Fire swords penetrating my skin
But I still can sing this for you