Hate Is As Strong As Death

During the many lonely wanderings
Whether on the cusp of solitary night
Or beside glorious sunrise
I have asked what has happened?
How could this happen?
Towers of greed and lies erected over the north on the ground
Where our graves will rest
Another attempt to destroy and erase history
Where our memories were born
Now remembrance and honour have been replaced
By trickery and poison
What they don’t know is that they will never defeat us
Even in death we will live on and be
Free the wind of our ancestors has always called our names
And here it gusts forever
All the structures and all the harm can never shatter our pride

We will not live in your peace
The seas of time are changing forever
We have tolerated long enough
Sorrow has now become fury
From the silent shores
And the desdate woods. Trimph will march!
Victory will prevail!
We will never stop believing in victory
For sometimes hate is as strong as death