paroles de chanson Pius in Tacet (feat. Jungstötter) [Vocal Single Version] - Pantha du Prince

Mother, mother, you who bore
A son of sorrow, know
White washed justice sure will reap
More than it can ever sow

Cry, cry, lynch
Raise your fist
Murder, murder, sear the land
In more than angry bands

Uncle, uncle, he who stood
Facing lyncher's eyes
A firm hand in Jim Crow's dock of wood
Meeting parading child

Cry, cry, lynch
Raise your fist
Murder, murder, sear the land
In more than angry bands

Tears, blood, and pain
Should mix like rain
Sorrow comes again
If I am dead
At heaven's gate
Will I be free?

People, people, you who swore
Vengeance for this brutal hour
May your unity soar above strife
To avenge this young man's life

Cry, cry, lynch
Raise your fist
Murder, murder, sear the land
In more than angry bands