Soul Song

I will be waiting,
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling,
Which I have foretold

He raises his arms tied,
Above the opressed
Singing his sweet song,
His melody opens up the sun

Freedom rained
God has come
With the rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins

She sleeps with her eyes closed,
To dream of the past
Her mind has gone blind now,
While the memory closes up the sun

Freedom rained
God has come
With the rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins

oohh... x2

Yeah

I will be waiting,
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling,
Which I have foretold

oohh...