Consistent, pushing aside all disbelief; abandon my friends, my ome
Losing my mother tongue
But I will bear this heavy loss
Former brothers calling me betrayer and burned the words we wrote
I will overcome
Solaced by this certainty, this delusion will fade
Our words of reason, lost in the roar of cadence
The beacon of humanity, beclouded by their cold, black sun
In scattered light of all your torches his rotten face seems like a saviours smile to you
An amry of lost sons still hidden in the ark
The voice of an enslaved nation
A force of banished daughters
We have to stay the course
Consitent, without anguish
We may sow the seeds of upheaval just from the outside;
but with burning hearts we shall recur

Enrico,