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Man is down here, on exile

but for which liberty?

Raise your fists to the sky

And ask without a cry

Why did so many hearts

give up their beats?

The wind Blows upon the Flame

the earth takes your last breath

Old age devours your face

past time signs your skin

low pace to the end

your're standing on the edge

Ready to take your flight

Now the bird can spread its Wings

I'm ready now

I flee from a land

Which would be God forsaken

raise your fists to the sky

and ask without a Cry