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.