Bloodlines

First sights of uprising…Where are the gallows for these traitorsWhere are the stones to cast againstSome share regrets, some still stand tallNo shame in their eyes, no glimpse of prideWhere are the children, to be hanged among themTo harvest and erase their seed and the bloodlineTheir plague of a coming ageTo seek their siblings, to find their fathersAnd to cut down the tree, where their betrayal seedsEnslave their brothers and take their strengthAnd to gather their mothers and make them relentTheir plague of a coming ageNo mercy, no tears, no remorse, only the determinationAs without a struggle, there's no victoryAnd without victims, there's no history