Текст песни Force - Fyrce Muons

The suffering of pests
The clouds in nights
Our men have nests
Their seeds have force

Be wrong and slave
Be right and die
Your grave gets near
Just sense is nigh

A sinner's take
Your finest hour
This takes your life
With something righteous
And we survive
As harvest trees
Your soul has died
For commodities

Commodities
We are a colony

Contain us
With guns
And knives
And tanks
And fire
And fear

No freedom falling down
Cry from the heavens
And we shall strike you down
Your treason is a living descent
Fortune will topple
The mighty will fade to the end

Commodities
We are a colony