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Where are you?
Where were you
When they took her away?
Where were you
When the rivers ran red?
Don't pretend like
This was all part of your plan
Look me in the eyes
And know that my hate is pure
I've went through ethnic cleansings
And diabolic torturing
Just to stand equal to other men
So now when I'm withering away
Where are you?
So now when I'm screaming
From the bottom of my throat
Why wont you help me?
The rider of the white horse
Gave us all a visit!
Thats what we are!
People of the grave!
