As we wrestle with the powers of darkness now strangling our lives, give to our souls to endure as seeing the invisible, and to our right arms the strength of the martyred dead of our people. Have mercy on the poor, the weak, the innocent and defenseless, and deliver us from the body of the Black Death. In a land of light and beauty and love our women are prisoners of danger and fear. While the heathen walks his native heath unharmed and unafraid, in this fair Christian Southland, our sisters, wives, and daughters dare not stroll at twilight through the streets, or step beyond the highway at noon. The terror of the twilight deepens with the darkness, and the stoutest heart grows sick with fear for the red message the morning bringeth.
Everyone comes to the yard,
Bringing with them a 100 years of fear,
Not ever knowing when there time is up or if they have a sense of life that belongs to them.
"Who knows what them crackers or going to do to us..."
Showing a sense of pride in heritage,
Not caring about consequences of sleeping with someone,
"Help us dear Lord!" screams a slave.
Will the god they so desperately seek come to help
With the beatings and rapes,
The comings and goings,
How will our people prosper?
Who will carry us from our hell.
No one seeks out shame, torment, rage for things they didn't do.
They seek acceptance, love, and hope for the things lost...
Wondering Oh so much to be free.
Going outside is almost impossible,
Being black a curse,
Being situated around crackers can be no fun,
The rope coming to get them, to take their breath away.
Dear Lord oh lord...my shepard.
Help me out in this dire need for vengance, and mercy....
The rope tightens, the light fades.
The gates opening into an ever faithful life of love.
Where art thou now that thee is dead?
Dust thou not want mercy?
For thee has been through tribulations....lost thy way, and I have brought thee back again.
For you will never be lost as long as you are a fighter,
No matter who is taking your life,
They can't take your soul...
So go ahead they say,
For they know where they are going,
They are accepted...