Walking the streets of humanity with the intentions of living for life, we find our reward on the other side of bondage.
Living for freedom, we hear the words of your chains holding our mind to the fields of your fires.
Stirring the ignorance of your traffic, you gather the white nights for cries falling on death ears of pleasure.
When the Garden of Eden was created for walks of life, freedom said, we live here without graves of voyages.
We hear the whispers...