we dwell in purity content with the nurture of our
native land beneath a sea of abundance stabbed by
the oppressors blade we are awakened in torment a
silence slashed by tyranny's hostile face provoke
they must the righteous sons invading our dwelling
restrain us and yield we shall not and we shall strike
at the throats of our oppressors possessed by the serpents
vengance hold us down and you shall know your wrath
coiled around the earth the fury that dwells within
strike at their fear your venom courses it veins with
your poisonous rage revenge destroy their kingdoms
pulsing through seas of a blind age appear in their
dreams to spit away as a hellish crusade suppression,
condemnation probing with your morality bore us not
with your profanity for those who rose shall strike
with the serpents vengance