The morality's opulent fall, the lack of confidence
Covetous throats impossible to feed
More, more, more... Permanent oppression
Information streams dictating what to think
And there´s nowhere to hide
Prefabricated minds make us a stereotype herd, just as expected
Our ground - violated
Our homes - unrespected
Our fathers - neglected
Our pleas - silenced
When future seems not bright, someone´s searching for the light
Someone who is not forlorn, not given to mourn
A messenger from The Sun, new Phoenix is born
A follower of none, a speaker for all
I am the one who embraced the sun for my spirit's liberation
And I am enjoying its heat
Breaking conventions by tearing useless ties
Not giving in to mass psychosis
Heading towards a brighter horizon
Filled with tranquillity, all is within the reach
Whitecrow..... I am Whitecrow