when the darkness have won
and the lights are gone
witness of memory of a memory that never was
is the heart a soul of nothing at Al
in the last time when we look in the eyes
that never speak again
not without a reason
try and scream
how many of you know
that your are a light
i go
not without a fight
and laughing tear
i shine on
and think of you dear
cruel and sharp
i believe we can shine on
and one light is stronger than all the darkness together
i believe in a feather
my granfather
a wise man and no other
my people were slaughtered
and the pilgrims now rule
see what they have done to our mother
maybe we deserve to go under