In the fields where horses gallop and children laugh
The world that surrounds us kindles a flame
Leaving us in the heart of chaos yet to burn
And immorality yet to be forgiven
For the cries of the weak is not heard
Tyranny of the king is what reigns over all
Where are the ones who’ll fight back
Who are the ones that shall bear this toll
From amongst the weak is what sheds light
From amongst the weak shall bury us all