Stressed Elephant - Bison b.c.

No pills for our sake, we journey to a different grave

Hunted and beautiful, the darkest, the true

Work place, a sin, let the dancing begin

Our dead will rise with raging thunder, trampled under

We are caged, wasting away

Escape into renaissance

We live in memories;

we lost everything

Marching to our grief, obeying human thieves

Our dead will rise with raging thunder, trampled under

We are caged, wasting away

Escape into renaissance

Our dead will rise, revenge for human crimes

Into renaissance, we died for innocence

Marching to our grave