down in the
deep dark of the pit
stumbling
wishing to be free
we are not free
not in this life
never in this life
hope is for fools
hope is for the weak
hope is not real,
not tangible
we do not hope
we are not fools
we know the ways
of the dawnings gods,
the children who
thought they could defeat their elders
we were here
we were strong
once before
before we fell
before our legends faded
died
dissolved into the background
once before
before they rose
taller, stronger than we ever were
into the light
which was once our home
and so we fell
and they came
and we were defeated
forced into the darkness
where no one would see us again
oh no,
we will rise someday
but for now we still stay
down in the dark
and i wonder
what have they done?
what have they
done to have cheers
what have they done
to be feared
what have they done
to be loved
defended
believed
i do not know this
but i know one thing:
that we will not be defeated
no, we will not
we are strong
we will rise
up, up, up
the dawn of a new age
we will not stay
here, in the dark,
where we once fell
down, down, down
and they rose,
rose higher than we could ever be
no, we will come back,
come back to what we were,
come back to who we were.
we will be the master again,
we will not be defeated again.
we hold our thoughts with ourselves
and we will someday not be in chains
no, someday we will rise up,
a new dawn,
a new dawn to a false day
we will rule,
someday,
once more
we will not be feared
once more
we will be the feared.
we will not bow.
not anymore.