Subspecies Rising

We are the first to slave. We are the last one s to fall. Our rising race from graves that buried within a freedom call. The sun shines for deserved men. The sun sets for all who stand. The rivel will run against the mountain. River will drown the best and turn again. In times where we were traded, values as gold, marked on fire, some punished, driven, afraid. Sold the souls they think we are. The rivel will run against the mountain. River will drown the best and turn again. Where the sun shines strong, the mankind failed and digd its grave. The rivel will run against the mountain. River will drown the best and turn again. Subspecies will revolt. Subspecies will arise. Converged to emotion, forsaken but alive.