Heritage: A Lupe Song
What will you see when you look through my eyes?
It will all be the same without my heart and my mind.
For we are the fallen,
The children of the dark
We drink of silver
And we see in diamond tears,
Yet you have heard nothing yet.
Harken now!
Voices cry out in the wind,
Sounds like bells
Like crystal bells!
These voices swell in silver melody
This is our song,
Our heritage.