The Guardian of Darkness

In a country where the future trembles
In the blue terror of countless shadows
In a country where the seeds of dreams
Wither in the greedy hands of capitalists
The sky of that land gathers clouds
Tears fall from the blood-stained sun's eyes.

The footsteps of corporate giants
Strike at the roots of democracy
The helmsman, deafened by the jingle of coins
Wobbles as he steers the ship of state.

The golden bird of freedom descends into a dark well
Chains entangle the wings of the unfortunate butterfly
Yet someone stays awake in the land of eternal sleep
So that some seed of a dream might still sprout.