The stronghold

In the stormy days,  I couldn't see
When we were whipped at our smilling back
In those days,  when we served the land with our fearful tears.
In pain and anguish of melody we poured our flowing sweat.

We shivered like cockerels badly beaten by rain, in our safety land.
Our defender had turned us to thier  chariots of war,
Leading us to the great enslaver
We wept all days for our lord had turned our pangs to their Felicity
They parade us as a miscreants, anti-socials and theives
Our defender had used on us their black magic to kill our faithful men for pouring out the truth.

Our traditional men were turned to modern army to silent us just to please their tyrant lord.
In days, we had had smile our  democratic seat,
but they have come to us as a totalitarian lord,
who proclaimed to us his victory over death.

Oh! The land has turned to an abattoir were souls were slaughtered to please the gods
Sleeping farthers,
save us now for the land has refused to help.
Who will fight for us ?
Who will save us from this string clutch of the devil?

The lord had had celebration in vanity,
Which he smile nothing but favour
Our wealth and virgins
he took for no reasons,
Our backs he breaked ,
challenging our gods to take vengeance.
My men in white were afraid of death, twisted Oracle's words to lies
They are equivocal, the priest of peril!
Who keep the truth from the autocrat king.

Oh! What a favourite of the enemy of the land they were, they desire to reign with him
We were referred to as blind
forcing us to live in penny of flamboyant.
We were forced to drink from the sorrow filled with hatred for our dear. Our son had ruled us wrong, he has strengthened himself with our blood. He stole the throne from the right man,
Aren't we born of equal tendencies?

Our voice has been halt to get our right
Listen, lord and the shameless son of the land,
You will fall and never rise
The immortality you boast of will blows life out of there.
Your light will turn to darkness.
Remember, for death will visit you and end it all.

For the invisible hand takes the good and the bad to the unknown destination. We will sing for joy and not for mourn at your departure
For your demise we pray for.