I have been indicted by this wise age,

By its each rationalist sage

Who has written my fate with my own worthless blood,

And with my shattered soul as page

"Shackle his voice and blindfold his insight,

Chain his thoughts and shut them in a cage"

You must be thinking what's my fault so prime

I'm guilty of shouting the truth

My veracity is my greatest crime!

I'm guilty of raising my voice

Against the cruel trends of time

My crime is that my conscious is still awake,

That even cause your callous hearts to ache

But it will remain alive and free forever,

For our own existence's sake...