We dwell in purity Beneath a sea of abundance Content with the nurture Of our native land We are awakened in torment Stabbed by the oppressors blade A silence Slashed by tyranny's Hostile face Provoke they must The righteous sons Invading our dwelling And yield we shall not Restrain us And we shall strike At the throats of our Oppressors possessed by the Serpents vengance Hold us down and you shall know The fury that dwells within Your wrath coiled around the earth Your venom courses it veins Strike at their fear Destroy their kingdoms With your poisonous rage Revenge Pulsing through seas of a blind age Appear in their dreams As a hellish crusade Suppression, condemnation To spit away Probing with your morality Bore us not with your profanity For those who rose Shall strike With the serpents vengance