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Comments about Aden Zincke
Hear the distant voices, crying on the wind
See the look of anger etched upon our skin
Feel the drums of anguish, pounding a tattoo
Taste the blood of innocence flowing into you
You tried to take my freedom, you cannot have my land
You try to break me, I rebel, You cannot understand
You've assumed that you can rule us, get me to behave
You've taken all that I am but my soul you won't enslave
I long for the smell of Autumn, hunting in the grass
You strike and beat the memories but somehow they surpass
The blood of my ancestors run thickly through my ...