Torkage - ...and the First Flies Gather

{Verse 1}
Thy eyes are swollen with the sorrow
A pain that permeates the soul
Thy children lost beneath the rubble
Those who committed no sin

{Verse 2}
A land awash with venom
That rots away all hope
A pride that struggled under bootprint
Of warriors with grief laid low

{Interlude}
Yeah

{Verse 3}
The price of freedom is paid in blood
Dreams of martyr wonder the earth
So from the river to the sea
Palestine will be free

{Instrumental Outro}