Freedom
Let freedom ring,
On a silent field.
Let the blind man sing,
To the desolate corpse.
Let today, be a day of reckoning,
For the dead who paid with thier lives.
They wanted freedom,
Well now they have it.
Thier souls are free,
Their bodies dead.
Freedom cost lives.
Let freedom ring,
On a silent field.
Let the blind man sing,
To the desolate corpse.
Let today, be a day of reckoning,
For the dead who paid with thier lives.
They wanted freedom,
Well now they have it.
Thier souls are free,
Their bodies dead.
Freedom cost lives.
