A pale sky Suddenly spry A hopeless sight With a fearful flight Faces writhe No reply Can’t incite Approaching a fight Angels cry, revolution rise It’s colourblind Eagles fly, limitless skies Caressing, spirit in the wind A gazing eye Masses deny A beacon light On one’s own blight The land is dry A battle cry Harvest might Is human’s right Angels cry, revolution rise It’s colourblind Eagles fly, limitless skies Caressing, spirit in the wind