Ancient ships of slavery

sailing souls for a new country

darkened day in a crowded place

silent voices, not the same

Not be heard, not be saved



Refrain: Lord, take care of the souls of the brave

heal their wounds in heaven, it`s too late

Mankind`s lost their will to believe

and now I pray to you: hear me



Little hearts, they die, they bleed

beggin`eyes, oppressed and they will

not forget, they cannot be fulfilled

with joy, but with tears, not be seen

Not expected truth of life



Refrain