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Unheard

from Minor by Ars Pro Vita

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about

The story of 'minor' begins on a sweet green morning in his tribe. Then come the sea raptors and kidnap him and put him together with many other captives in the belly of a slave ship.

lyrics

i. Home of the Free

The night passed tender and fresh
And the dawn is waiting for me
The sweet smell of morning fills the air

I have one more day ahead
Onward to the joy
In the Home of the Free

Life springs in the village
To the rhythm of the rising sun
My family grows and prospers

I have nothing more to ask for
Nature is by my side
My canoe is ready

In the Home of the Free
Land of Freedom
Free men

ii. Minor

iii. Abducted

I am you
You are me
This is my story
It could be your story too
Better not be anyone else’s
Listen...

Listen to these sounds
Alien, unclear
Don’t talk to me now
Save up your strength
Just keep your voice low in the wind

This place is not home
I can feel it
It’s so dark
And so cold

Stay with me, my friend
And when you want to speak up
Keep it always… low

iv. Silence Is...

These are the Sea Raptors
I was afraid that one day
I would meet

They´re spread throughout the oceans
Looting lands, enslaving anyone they can
And their laws are the lash of their whips

They are those wave reapers
I’ve heard of them for all my life
They say they carry the thunder
By the hand to unleash it as they wish
And Hell in the belly of their ships

We are doomed and derelict
They’ve hunted us for centuries

Though they have been catching
More like us, every day
As time goes by
The cage gets emptier
Fewer like us manage to survive

No water
No food
No rest
No chance
At all

One move I make
One word I say
They will beat more
And more...

Nashikh yesidush (Our soul)
Stoboyu gospodt (With you, Lord)
Nashikh yakospasa (Our salvation)

We are doomed and derelict
They’ve hunted us for centuries

Someone’s torn me out of my world
By the force of the gun and the sword
I could not save myself
Or anyone else
Now I can’t make any sound

But, for now, my friend
You and I
Must make a deal
Don't talk to me now
Just keep your voice low in the wind
Keep your voice low in the wind

Always... low

credits

from Minor, released September 1, 2017
Music and lyrics by LF Venegas and PJ Venegas

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