By Turns

Burn this path that we tread, blindly whatever the cost

In this savage game of conquest our sacred world is lost

We stand outside the circle of life and worship our myths held so right

While our foundations crumble beneath us, for they are woven with lies

We die, with each passing breath

We watch the collapse of all that is left

The barren fields of plenty stand bitter testament

To mark the steps of progress written in this world's distress

And we're led astray

And we are enslaved

The lies that we are told

And learn to tell, body and soul

So drown the fires of life with this blood we have shed

As we enact this deadly dance, and bound by our culture we're led

In this march of the damned, and do we stand a chance?

To unlearn the tales of this culture, to rewrite the myths of man

For we bear the shame, of this brutal reign

Of domination and conquest and pain

From birth we are blind, and no hour slips by

Without the whispers of our mother culture,

Her vision and her lies

And can we survive?

With this way of life

For we must deny this suffering, this sickness and this strife

Close your eyes...to their visions we are blind

And I will turn my back on this charade

A newfound worldview to light this path

Through these darkest days

And burn these bridges we have lain

To fill the darkness with the voices of freedom, regained