The flocks of Iron birds
Are tearing our sky
Dark rippers
Harbingers of death
Visions of terror
Reflected in children's eyes
Dead and cold
Like blade of a knife
We are born to be free
But we live in a cage
Nothing to lose
Except the chains
of hunger and fear
We're behind the edge
Of extinction
Under iron yoke of tyrants
Until the flame
Extincts in our eyes
Again and again
From ashes we rise
We fall like seeds to the ground
And Mother washes
Our corpses by tears
And buries us at her own belly