Our spilled blood has not dried yet.
That was just the beginning of our legacy.
We still alive
inside our hate,
beating out your face
against our strenght space.
We will show you no mercy,
cause YOU,
you failed us when we try to rise,
now, our rise is not coming.
He's here, and now!
Welcome, to our unrised sun,
our blacken light.
Say goodbay to your faith,
to your fate,
to your blind self.
And say 'hello' ,
to our STICK in your own doom.
For all those who said
that WE will not shine:
this is our after end.
This is,
our 'after summer'.
Black Jam.
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