THE LAND, THIS GROUND, THE SOIL, DUST, AND DIRT

YOU WILL PAY WITH BLOOD FOR OUR MOTHER YOU HAVE HURT!

 

THE POISON YOU DELIVERED, 

MAY LAST A THOUSAND YEARS

WE SHALL START ITS HEALING 

WITH A SALVE MADE OF YOUR TEARS!

 

You who work to aide us,

In bringing back the light

Shall be the only ones 

Whose heart’s beat through the night. 

 

Your twisted would be masters

Will stop plants and trees from growing

They’d bath the world in shadow,

To aide a fiscal showing

 

A choice lays bare before you

Of to whom you lend your might

Bark, and heel to their greed

Our help us save the light

 

For though we walk in shadow 

For luminance we fight

We find harmony in balance

While they call for endless night

 

Make your choice

Of how this tale should end

While we open up their chests

To shed the light within.