Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Upper Strata
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jonathan Hugh Sanchez
Songwriter
Lyrics
Clang clatter the Bora march
The fearful wisely scatter
With their cruel metallic boots
That pound merciless batter
They've eyes like axes that spy, covet, desire
Minds of grinding gears insatiable wildfire
Lurid lust upon their horrid faces
The Bora traveled to the Azu's sacred places
To make mad demands
Having wasted their own lands
The Azu pleaded for reason
But the Bora found none
So a long and bloody season had begun
At the center of the tale is a grieving
For what is lost without a trace
Can't be replaced
A foggy memory kept alive
Recounted round the fire they would sing
Precious little hope, it would
The downtrodden bring
Tread not upon the gentle and meek
Judge not the peaceful as weak
Don't in anger or haste speak
For once united
The Tuzat will rise and justice seek
Tuzat rise yeah
It is here, oh
It is here
Written by: Jonathan Hugh Sanchez