Black

Black on my soul,

black on my hands,

black on the gold,

blacker than tan.

Is it the colour of death?

or is it the colour of this land?

Black on your soul,

black on your hands,

picking you up from the fiery lands,

saving you from the ruins in sand.

Black on my soul,

black on my hands,

the gold is gone and so is the tan,

death is ashamed and so is the man.

Black on your soul,

black on your hands,

I saved you once from fiery lands,

lost all the gold to the man ,

and lost myself to the ruins in sand.

Black on the shore,

Black are our hands,

Black is the death on these fiery lands,

Saved you once ,

I would do it again,

the gold is ours ,

and so is the land .