The Wicked Heart of Africa
Throughout the centuries
The world's eyes locked forever on the mystery of the east
Playing God with unknown pressures, things unidentified
We've been looking for power, but only found the beast
Decades of the same
In the wicked heart of Africa
There could've been a change
But in the name of profit, there cannot be
But something stirs
An electronic generation slowly waking
Young that see beyond the walls of a prison
Truth is known by fragments, the falsehood is breaking
With the charred remains of one man
The powder keg will be lit
And the castle walls will be breached
A revolution, faceless, nameless
Open to all will be unleashed
But dark hearts and dark minds
Play upon the fears of the irrational
Another excuse they wish to find
As to why some people should never be free
Behold, the power of truth
People under the banner of freedom
Without religion, without class, all powerful
Finally the truth shall be heard
And the economy of criminality shall crumble
The quake of freedom shall forever rumble
Finally we shall have peace in these lands
As the old world turns to dust, as old castles sink into Africa's sands
Wake up, people of tyrant countries
The call cannot be silenced now
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