Weave on,
Sisters of the night.
On your loom of pain
Try on stitch the darkness through the light.
Weave on property and crime,
The wars and waste.
Give our souls a break from the hunger,
For the profits and the saints.
Stitch it on, the weapons drawn and children's playing.
And the fathers found in unmarked graves
With your fingers pale and numb.
Just braid.
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Oh, you sisters weave on,
Let the blood run through your thread.
Oh, you sisters weave on,
Weave your stitching purple, blue and red.
Oh, you sisters weave on,
Let the blood run through your thread.
Just you still weave on
Feed on sorry sons of state
Preaching salvation,
while we fall with such amazing grace.
Feed on love of money, love of race.
Disrespect of country and neighbor's
neighbored in our hate.
Stitch it on, the bothers gone
Аnd lives they gave to the foreign graves
With your fingers pale and numb.
Just braid, just braid!
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These are the plans.
The words we hear from mind deranged.
You there who share his pain
Withdraw from this place and speedily.
Lest the harsh, spite your mind also with madness.
How dare, you urge us to cowardice?
I'm ready to endure with him whatever must be.
I am ready to endure with him whatever must be.
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