The stones are silently carrying the eons burden Beneath them the tokens entombed in soil I call over the echoes of the wayward winds of centuries In tainted awareness they merge loyalty with betrayal Among the oak limbs lies the remembrance And the elders artifacts covered by dust Brothers once standing as unity in warfare Displaced through grandiose treacherous strike Appeared against under opposite banners Sworn allegiance to the outer sovereigns And lavished each others precious blood They were clouds torn by the winds of history At the field resounding with funeral chant A tree with shallow roots bends under assaults Dependency to the nameless kings Ending up broken and defiled in mud The deeply-rooted tree shall stand high and proud On the restless barren land despite alternate winds Here are my roots, here, deep Inseparable with this soil Immersed into labyrinth of olden spirits and acts I absorb the very noble essence A vehemence to endure each storm...