Из альбома: 8 Years to Nowhere
Hate, fear, and prejudice, pride
holds their soul Black, white in
blood red, death takes its toll
Isolated, segregated, forced beneath
your hand Dominated prisoners,
slaves in their own land
Afrikaan, white Afrikaan, black
backs to the wall Afrikaan, white
Afrikaan, soon your sword will fall,
one year, two years, maybe none at all!
Diamond hearts in golden prisons
bow to pale Gods Justification
done with facade You built a mighty
empire by the sweat of other men
When they stop their work, what
will happen then?
Through the streets the childern
march, freedom is their song Soon
the victory will be won, I know it
won't be long In the township God
is dying, slumped against a tree
When you crush the least of these
you do it unto me!