Bowed before the higher one
And a bitter farewell I spoke
To the ones before me who fought
The battle I could not win
Regretfully I leave this land
Sacred soil of our trees
The holy earth of our fathers
And now a wilderness of stone
Look behind the curtains
The veil before our faces
For these tears hidden inside
The dark on the other side
I am the keeper of the flame
To save the ways of our people
The guardian of the remains
Of a once glorious nation
Come see through the eyes of our children
The war of our parents
As time carves on our faces
The story of our land
Find what lies beneath
Within the heart of every man
The land of the book
This story has no name no more
