My hands tied in the back
He comes to me with a punch and a sack
He covers my head with a hood
The noise is loud and pierces my brain
My poor mother is worried sick, I'm sure
She buried my brother before me, she will endure
My pathetic shirt hangs proud
Like a blood-stained flag unfurled
I'm in here for days on end
or is it months, I no longer comprehend
My poor mother is worried sick, I'm sure
She buried my brother before me, she will endure
I am broken now but I will not confess
Soon I will leave my body
Let those cowards clean up the mess
He beats me again today
Then its another's turn to play
The noise is too loud
And I can feel the shroud
Warm blood dripping slowly onto the floor
Pouring from this dying body
My left eye is gone, and my legs, I can't sense them anymore
Shackles cutting my wrists, how much longer can I resist?
Torture, it goes on for days without end
I crave for death to liberate me from this torment
I am broken now but I will not confess
Soon I will leave my body
Let those cowards clean up the mess
Of my lifeless battered flesh
A few more thoughts before I go
I have been murdered, this you must know
I have been abducted and killed because of my love for freedom, for my land, for my people
From my blood that soaks the land, from the copious tears that I have shed
From the hidden ditch where my body lies
A vengeful wrath will soon rise
The day is coming when we will drive the invader out of our land (x2)
*Dedicated to all the native nations killed by imperialism of every colour, difending their c**tures from the eurocentrism and globalization of human rights. Particularly to Ulster, Tiber and to the palestinians daily slaughtered by the american weapons of the israelian occupation army
He comes to me with a punch and a sack
He covers my head with a hood
The noise is loud and pierces my brain
My poor mother is worried sick, I'm sure
She buried my brother before me, she will endure
My pathetic shirt hangs proud
Like a blood-stained flag unfurled
I'm in here for days on end
or is it months, I no longer comprehend
My poor mother is worried sick, I'm sure
She buried my brother before me, she will endure
I am broken now but I will not confess
Soon I will leave my body
Let those cowards clean up the mess
He beats me again today
Then its another's turn to play
The noise is too loud
And I can feel the shroud
Warm blood dripping slowly onto the floor
Pouring from this dying body
My left eye is gone, and my legs, I can't sense them anymore
Shackles cutting my wrists, how much longer can I resist?
Torture, it goes on for days without end
I crave for death to liberate me from this torment
I am broken now but I will not confess
Soon I will leave my body
Let those cowards clean up the mess
Of my lifeless battered flesh
A few more thoughts before I go
I have been murdered, this you must know
I have been abducted and killed because of my love for freedom, for my land, for my people
From my blood that soaks the land, from the copious tears that I have shed
From the hidden ditch where my body lies
A vengeful wrath will soon rise
The day is coming when we will drive the invader out of our land (x2)
*Dedicated to all the native nations killed by imperialism of every colour, difending their c**tures from the eurocentrism and globalization of human rights. Particularly to Ulster, Tiber and to the palestinians daily slaughtered by the american weapons of the israelian occupation army