Tyrant-Tula - Renaissance

It is nothing to live as we do

Day to day we roam

Heart without a home of our own

Dust and passion lay in our throats

Revenge in each word that spoke

Childrens eyes fill 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 fall from his lips

The fire inside their eyes is lit

At daybreak freedom calls

We answer as one

From hiding in the hills we enter the burning sun

Danger fills the air and the dawn

Holds a sweet but stale perfume

Women know that soon they may lose

What good are men that love but our slaves

In a country they once called their own?

As they kissed goodbye they have flown

Chorus II

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 fall from his lips

The fire inside their eyes is lit

At daybreak freedom called

We answered as one

From hiding in the hills we entered the gripping sun

Instrumental

Repeat second part of chorus I