Il testo della Souls of the brave

Ancient ships of slavery
Sailing souls for a new country
Darkened day in a crowded place
Silent voices, not the same
Not be heard, not be saved

Refrain: lord, take care of the souls of the brave
Heal their wounds in heaven, it`s too late
Mankind`s lost their will to believe
And now i pray to you: hear me

Little hearts, they die, they bleed
Beggin`eyes, oppressed and they will
Not forget, they cannot be fulfilled
With joy, but with tears, not be seen
Not expected truth of life

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