"Chained Below" lyrics

"Chained Below"

We're running out of air

Hold close your sons and daughters
Hold all your loved ones near
We're chained below the water
Towards our grave we steer
Who knows if we cross over
What shall befall us there
We're drowning here in nowhere
We're running out of air

Tall and free, we walked the earth
Our land was grand, untouched by man
The mountains gave to the river birth
Veins trough soil and dirt

But strife and conflict would grow
Rich soil turned friend into foe
To War! We fought and lost, now
Fate and souls lie shackled down below

Hold close your sons and daughters
Hold all your loved ones near
We're chained below the water
Towards our grave, we steer
Who knows if we cross over
What shall befall us there
We're drowning here in nowhere
We're running out of air

Neck to neck, our fates entwined
By heavy chains that drag us down
Broken souls in a floating fold
There's no way out of this damp dark hold
Our children born to slavery
Unfree with their first breath will be
You stole our history our
Names our future can't you see

Hold close your sons and daughters
Hold all your loved ones near
We're chained below the water
Towards our grave, we steer
Who knows if we cross over
What shall befall us there
We're drowning here in nowhere
We're running out of air

Hold close your sons and daughters
Hold all your loved ones near
We're chained below the water
Towards our grave, we steer
Who knows if we cross over
What shall befall us there
We're drowning here in nowhere
We're running out of air


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