The faces of the fallen earth.
In long lost lands my people, hear!
The love and faith of your ancestors.
Till when your dignity is returned.
For pride in the battle-fields you’ve lost.
Upon your foes’ skins with wielded swords.
Their flesh of filth with thy golden blades.
Them know that t’was your ancestral trade
These memories of mine, a golden age
My being by sitting forever on the stage
Will sing then for everything great
Would float above to seek heaven’s face
The featherless wings of tomorrow so
And wise to seek those paths and follow
All of them more blessed than us
To their fingers what we could have not
God above who knows about us all
He works and sinners, he solely calls
Me pray now just as I say
Let us not ever know to stray.