Omta Lyrics

Ghosts from genocides elapsed
whisper callous tales of our past
Omens of colonial dominance
Diseased aliens
Manifest destinies
They chase the voice
of a dead white dog
Bound to an oasis of fears
Such crippled Christian wisdoms
The earth is flat
Man is borne of sin
Satanizing wilderness
Betraying Creation with pathetic knowledge
Myths that only sheep discern
Molesting indoctrination
Whelm in the caves of ancestral hate
Liberation as butchery
Nations weaved in revenge
Ghosts and Men alike