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