A pale sky
Suddenly spry
A hopeless sight
With a fearful flight
Faces writhe
No reply
Can’t incite
Approaching a fight

Angels cry, revolution rise
It’s colourblind
Eagles fly, limitless skies
Caressing, spirit in the wind
A gazing eye
Masses deny
A beacon light
On one’s own blight

The land is dry
A battle cry
Harvest might
Is human’s right
Angels cry, revolution rise
It’s colourblind
Eagles fly, limitless skies
Caressing, spirit in the wind