Remnants

Many years has passed now, since the treason came before us
People are suffering still, breathing fear
And it comes from within, agony brings them to despair, seeks vengeance upon those who started the fall.

None speaks the treason, silence feasting on hearts so frail
Families plundered, families slain
Once lush and prospering, now desert meadows and vast land fields
A war swiftly passed but the remnants were cursed...

Ignorance burn and plague rests, suffer engaged the reaper bow
They bear, in fear, out here
Death comes out of there!

A pale hooded figure stepped through the odour, simply walking away
No more feeding from outstretched hands or promises.

This hooded creature were born to a slave, a circumstance he rejects
Fathers and fathers of dead generations, all born the same...

Utter curses of pestering silence
This son will not take it no more
Mediating with inner turmoil
What in hell is this conscience for?
Temptations are fed through the heart, screaming at peace, screaming out harshly of lure
Was really this meaningless life meant for me?

A fire in his eyes as dark as disguise
This son will not take it no more
Reverence for fathers and time that has gone
What in hell is this conscience for?
Leaving his family oathed to a blood feud for fathers and fathers of dead generations
Imbued with will, setting his feet for the road...