I thought once how my ancestors sing the sweet songs, of love the souls that march upon the clouds, and the sound of the ancient drums, humble the elders that carry the cross To carry the crown to place upon the warriors heads. The soldiers begins to beat the drums And the spirits rise upon the clouds, as I sing the Nubian Anthem the ancestors who brought me cross. I saw the doves upon my head, within the vision the saints stood tall through my tears, The sweet, Calvary of the past, the warriors who wear the strolls of heaven The old souls breaking the chains, Those of my own life as the beating of the links, that continues to flow through my blood. A shadow across me. Oh thy spirit that follows the sun. Weeping, Oh God glory to thee Behind me, remembering the whispers that God whispered in my ears. and remembering the words whispered I the father you son I shall give great honor sweet psalms : And a voice said in mastery, You and I son are one. Through the rain and the storm Death,” I said. But, there, the freedom bell begin to ring but life shall be ever lasting But I give to thee God's universe I sing the songs of the mountain, I cry out loud of the rivers I fall upon my knees and sing Oh glory God to thee Have I heard these words thou have sing, The doves that walk my path. They speak and I listening! What a joy I have known Jesus Look upon me my child, silence shall Give you wisdom of the world. Life is death and death is life. So darkly upon my frame, I shall praise thee I shall Neal. My wings the purity of heaven, the waters of purification, the mountain of mastery the scripts of life has been fulfill the source of wisdom, written in the blood The death shall only bring the sweet taste of life, placed there, would have confirm that God is love The toll of the freedom bell ring. God has come to bring his warriors home From God than from all others, O my spiritual ancestors that guide me Through the tunnel of righteousness Men could not part us with their worldly demise, the seas and the mountains sings change us Our hands would touch for all the mountains of the Calvary Of love. And, heaven stood before the universe, and spoke with a deep voice I reclaim my creations, the devil shall now go to hell The blood of thy angel who follows me Within the spirit of calm. Their sweet sound of faith, the soul call desire, the psalms call wisdom The mastery called unity. Mother of mastery have concluded her journey, the womb begins to rest. The embroidery of life, the lace of success, the breast milk of Creations implemented through the heart. That brings light to man. Silence the humble the doors of summary the solutions of problems the accessories of understanding. The contents of pain has followed me again, reminders of an unworthy event. Nevertheless the renders of an oppression, you have felt the pain. I come to you with great intentions, the love that I so long waited. Trusting not self, for the un justice I have encountered of my on dismiss. As I as the world, the torture of pain, I can not bare the un justice one more time I sit in the rapture of darkness, hoping the light will glaze upon my window, to give me a better life. Silence among the odds of violence Fighting the hypnotic reinforcement of satin. I lift the baggage and dumped it between violence and silence I shall humble in love. Manifestation of hate, the fainting heart, the pierce of the soul, leaving hand on empty praise of his own victory, Oh what forms they take. Trails of pain, which sets before there feet. Simplicity of an endless life. Death beyond self. Silence the devil will defeat his self Feeding the hymns with poisons, Which he displays, personal bonds with hate. I cloan my mind as the elders through silence comes love, violence under silence shall never win.