The skies will remain bright
Still the day will look like night
Some will then thank their Gods
Some will then curse their Gods
Five less than a dozen
Have clocks that run in unison
Will make glasses fly into air
Dead carbon will lie still on the ground
Turn the lights on, fill the barrels
See the foot steps, sense the metals
The reign of fire is getting closer
Stop the hour of ignition
Or ask “Where were you on Black Thursday?”
Where the ashes fell down the river lane
A beast was unbound, it snarled at my face
Where the ashes fell down the river lane
My deafened ears didn’t hear my cries
Where the ashes fell down the river lane
My brother’s blood turned to black paint
Where the ashes fell down the river lane
An old woman froze into a civil death
The State is the end of anarchy
Or shall we ask, “Is there a difference?”
Queries are our ancient expertise
And the silver tongue we speak in the lounges
The shine in the belted uniforms
It will never protect the sovereign
The hands tied hard with the red tapes
They spill the red blood of our brethren
Seal the frontiers, mark your own men
’Coz this aggression is subliminal
Put the floodlights on the hideouts
And take no one to your prisons
Or gather the aftermath of Black Thursday
The setting sun turned as
Red as my brother’s blood
These colours...so deep
Sink deep into the river

INVIA LE CORREZIONI