Ancient ships of slavery
sailing souls for a new country
darkened day in a crowded place
silent voices, not the same
Not be heard, not be saved
Refrain: Lord, take care of the souls of the brave
heal their wounds in heaven, it`s too late
Mankind`s lost their will to believe
and now I pray to you: hear me
Little hearts, they die, they bleed
beggin`eyes, oppressed and they will
not forget, they cannot be fulfilled
with joy, but with tears, not be seen
Not expected truth of life
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