כי אפשר גם בלוג אחר

Tell the story of the men

that walk down on the sea

tell the story of the woman that rose up her bound had

tell the story of the slave, that refused to be so more

tell the story of the girl that broke her chains

tell the glory of the youngster who took upon his fate

to liberate his kine and class from the oppression of the men

tel the story of how he rose in an abandon village cave

of how he learned freedom from the wolfs with whom he played

tell the story of the girl, that rose side by side with him,

of how she learned companionship from the beeses she flowed well

tell of how they learn to build freedom and happiness there way

and tell of the night they fell in love on the sunset of the stars

of how they build there live in accordance to natures low

and of the children that they brought to the world that faced only hope

sit them down across the fire, and tell of that strange night than the devils came across the forbidden lands, of that night of fate, when with cowardliness and speed they haunted them and captured to be taken to the pit.

Tell them of that horror day on which the sun did not want to set, as they were brought in chains to the city of the gods.

Tell them, and did not hide, what they so and wanted to close there ayes.

Dont forget the thousand of the men, brought to work by power of the knot

don't misguide about the guards rushing people to there job

tell them how was treated those who fell down on the floor.

Let them know of the diseases, hunger, and thrust

describe in full the picture of the arenas on which they were put to fight itch other with there las of force.

And forget the buty of its all, the gods who ruled them were no gods at all.

Tell the suffering of the boy, and the missary of the girl

tell the dyes of sweat

and the nights of cry

and the mornings of despair

close there ayes and tell them to imagine the rage of a tiger trapedtrapped

Rose them up and wal them through the story of that day

they arose upon the morning not to be slaves ever again.

Tell of the consile of the night, in which all toke place

of the gathering in which in tens of languages they spoke the same

of the cry that went deap down from the thought of the young boy upon seing thous he learned to call as brothers being brought to the knot again.

Tell them how the call was answered at that council at the night

how the men steeped foreword to claim that was theres all the time

tell them of that faithful morning they prepared the spears,

of that day on which all know who will stand up to die or to be free

of the morning into which something changed into there ayes

how the fear was gone for ever from there harts.

How the first hand rose above, to capture the first thrown knot, how they all came together

as a force of bees at war.

How the mighty hand of workers rose above the city state, how those captured and always bitten thrown turned there tools and started fighting.

How the frightened guards retreated, to the buildings of the shrines, how the holy flags were stampeded by an anger of the mass

how in the heat of buttl fell the last of the gods

and how in the sunset the shout of freedom united them all.

Tell of those who had fallen happy in the arms of men standing side by side with them

smiling to the sight of victory in the end.

Of the woman who throne there anger at the oppressors and there guards, of the girl who rose to lead them. Showiting, today we fight till last

tell them of the story how the freedom was than won, and kept in the highest guard of them all

how on the next morning as the sun rose up, men were promising itch other, never again, shell men exploit another one.

Of how freedom was celebrated in thousands of villages and places across the land

as the heroes of the uprising came riding free again.

Sit them down and swear them to pass it from generation to generation

the story of how messiah has freed the slaves of Babylon.