The scripture turns to the last volume
No one looks up, I am still attentively listening
A weak voice, Abangdi
To love is to give it your all, to hate is to leave no room
The lost souls remain silent
Today is a god, tomorrow is a sacrifice
I feel ashamed for my ancestors of unknown origin
Winter has reached its end
Why does the wildfire flicker
The offering table is empty
Why only speak of conscience when the knife has rusted
Give me the country, give me the beauty, give me the achievements of a thousand years
Let me mount, let me read scriptures, let me ride ahead of the dust
Nothing is worth risking life for except death
Nothing can achieve immortality other than legends
Text / Arno Abu
