Enter the light Brushing the epidermis of soil And us poor snakes Have to live with this sentence He brought us Never mind whether we're beaten Dormice hands down will sue There won't be undefeated He'll stand silent His bat unwaveringly held Counting all wastage d**h is not a wound That's why He'll stand Carrying His field with courage His home, His land will fall Yet He will conquer us None ought to be saved for so long And we will pay the due price Shuffling through chromatic plains No escape from His bludgeon We'll fall Even the mother mountains Have suddenly given up on us No escape from His holy bludgeon We have to turn, rise and bite He'll stand That's why He'll stand silent His bat unwaveringly held Counting all wastage d**h is not a wound Silent but closer to plagues