Black soil rise
Let go what still pains us
Heal what is our rage
We are worth a lot in cost
They fell
So we may be like most
And their blood and sweat
Remains for us to uncage
Wake up we are lost
We need to relieve
What our gods, our holy ghosts
Ones before us
And our snoring age
Fought for, as their pride
Where is our
Roots, our own culture
It is ours to host
But we are lost in their page
For they today determine our cost
Our own dear history
We really lost our everything
Except for what is within
Can only be blurred
And never will be blinded.