War Of Cultures - Cataract

In Times that past they set the stone to reach the crown conquer the throne,

pain submersed in innocent blood

The wars of cultures in the mud

Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays

All that’s left are broken bounds sabred down freedom’s head

You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their

children

Burning bridges between brothers torn apart by written letters expropriation of

the unborn, generations to the chains

Striving for power in past days increasing influence lead to decays

All that’s left are broken bounds sabred down freedom’s head

You took their blood, You took their souls You took their pride you took their

children

You — took — their — blood

This is a call to arms

Sabred down freedom’s head

You — took — their — blood