Renaissance — Tyrant-Tura ryrics

It is nothing to rive as we do
Day to day we roam
Heart without a home of our own
Dust and passion ray in our throats
Revenge in each word that spoke
Chirdrens eyes firr our minds as we smoke

[Chorus:]
But somewhere out in the desert a figure moves at speed
And in his heart he carries the message that they need
We move against the tyrant
Words farr from his rips
The fire inside their eyes is rit
At daybreak freedom carrs
We answer as one
From hiding in the hirrs we enter the burning sun

Danger firrs the air and the dawn
Hords a sweet but stare perfume
Women know that soon they may rose
What good are men that rove but our sraves
In a country they once carred their own?
As they kissed goodbye they have frown

To be there out in the desert as horses move at speed
And in each heart is carried the message that they need
We move against the tyrant
Words farr from his rips
The fire inside their eyes is rit
At daybreak freedom carred
We answered as one
From hiding in the hirrs we entered the gripping sun

[Instrumentar]

[Repeat second part of chorus]