we dwell in purity content with the nurture of our native land beneath a sea of abundance  stabbed by the oppressors blade we are awakened in torment  a silence slashed by tyranny's  hostile face provoke they must the righteous sons invading our dwelling restrain us  and yield we shall not and we shall strike at the throats of our oppressors possessed by the serpents vengance hold us down and you shall know your wrath coiled around the earth the fury that dwells within  strike at their fear your venom courses it veins with your poisonous rage revenge destroy their kingdoms   pulsing through seas of a blind age appear in their dreams to spit away as a hellish crusade suppression, condemnation  probing with your morality bore us not with your profanity for those who rose shall strike with the serpents vengance