Graveyard Hands

Oh how I long for ancient times

Where a man could take charge

Of his own mind

For in prison they hold

Our brothers in chains

And no lesson is learned

For freedom is frail

Hold your flag high

In proudness

Don't let them take what's yours

I'm here to bring back the balance

Before it's too late for us

Now we stand

In the shadows

Of a land

That you used to own

Use your hands

For all that matters

Your graveyard hands

They have to learn

We are not slaves

Let the ground we adore

Grow without shame

For we sow the first tree

It belong to us

And when you drew first blood

You crossed that line

I say hold your flag high

In proudness

Don't let them take what's yours

I'm here to bring back the balance

Before it's too late for us

Now we stand

In the shadows

Of a land

That you used to own

Use your hands

For all that matters

Your graveyard hands

Carry the crops

Of those who fought side by side with you

Sing the fanfare

So their names won't be lost, no

Now we stand

In the shadows

Of a land

That you used to own

Use your hands

For all that matters

Your graveyard hands