S.c.a.l.p. şarkı sözleri
The towering pines near sea shore sandsThe wind has broken with ruthless hands.They see the bright future they long to defendRefusing concealment and scorning to bend:"Although you have broken us, tyrant powerThe fight is not done in this dying hour.Our very last moan hurls a challenge to fateEach bough his sing at you, incessant in hate. "The towering pines after breakingWill come up from the deepLike great ships andstillAgainst all storms thrust a fearless breastAgainst a!l storms ever on ward they press;"Now hurl on your billows you dark storm prideWe'll get win the future where happiness bides.For split us you may and break us you mightBut we'll win the future where dawn blazesbright!"
