Текст песни Pentagram - American Dream

We came into this land
With a dream and an empty hand
To pray to our chosen God
Now we fain to wear a mourning band
One by one we're letting go
Of the strength that our people hold
In deception, we disesteem
And turn our morale into fool's gold

Now we seek to light again
The flame that burns within
Before it's all been lost
To politics, lined pockets, thick skin
And as our time grows short
The favored truth is to distort
They wanna maker believers the fools
But the judgment won't be in man's court

The American dream
Has fallen asleep
If we wake the giant
What will our people reap?