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

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