The Story

The smell of dry soil,

Pine and herbs,

The cold breeze,

Swimming in my hair, 

Caressing my cheeks,

The sweet sounds,

Of source pure water,

Shivering in my ears.

What more can i get,

From dear beloved mother nature,

Waking up my senses,

To such grace and beauty.

A living heaven,

For adam and eve,

A world of wonders,

Of plaisure and joy.

But below the land of bliss,

Hides in the catacombs of Pluto,

Might-stones and black gold,

Appealing to adam's desires.

Lucifer assures man of power,

To govern like a living god,

And buy all of his brothers,

For he who appropriates dark oil.

Wherever he goes,

Will be worshiped,

By all those,

Who seek to be fed.

One of his brothers,

Dared to break his chains,

And to speak out for justice,

For the others left to be slay.

But no man could lend an ear,

To the call of freedom,

Neither look at,

The sight of new sun ray,

Until one day,

No more food was left,

On their broken shelf,

On their broken plates.

By milions they reunite,

To form a great army,

Made of coal and scraps,

Rising up,

Back to the surface of gaps,

With hearts as robuste as rocks

And as hard as knocks.

This is the story of a revolt,

In the name of order,

This is the story of a brotherhood,

In the search of hope,

This is the story of men,

Whose blood was red.

November 2010