When the house was burned, We returned to the desert and wept Son's slaughtered, daughter's raped ?? Gone away are the sun's rays And the days when our children play Now they been crushed like grapes. There ain't no escape. This is your place, this is your kingdom. This is your face, broken reflection Am ma ma-ou... Burn'n in a burnt down house Silent victim from bite of regret Sick with a symptom of name we forget Forgot the skeleton? ?? left Unforgiven, we are forgotten So... Fill with the venom of an ancient fire that burned our kingdom On this day the hot breeze (or high priest) sang the anthem This is your place, this is your kingdom. This is your face, broken reflection Who have we become, What will we be? One day the moon will shine like the sun And our heart will feel the love and be numb Take out your drum and your harps to strum This is your place, this is your kingdom. This is your face, broken reflection
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