First sights of uprising… Where are the gallows for these traitors Where are the stones to cast against Some share regrets, some still stand tall No shame in their eyes, no glimpse of pride Where are the children, to be hanged among them To harvest and erase their seed and the bloodline Their plague of a coming age To seek their siblings, to find their fathers And to cut down the tree, where their betrayal seeds Enslave their brothers and take their strength And to gather their mothers and make them relent Their plague of a coming age No mercy, no tears, no remorse, only the determination As without a struggle, there's no victory And without victims, there's no history