• I am looking high above
    Far and into the unknown
    Into the sky bound by stone
    Red, Brown and Black
    The colors of my people

    I look at my sides to the walls
    Where my life is portrayed
    In red, brown and black
    The colors of my people
    My lover, my children
    My brothers and the ones before me
    My allies and my enemies

    My feet are bare and so is the rest of me
    The spicy sweat runs down my flesh
    It dyes my skin in red, brown and black
    The colors of my people
    The colors of my land
    Here, in The Devil's Throat

    Here, in fiery Hades
    But with the divinity of Heavens
    Here, I give you my love
    Here we make fresh autumn
    Here we make the clouds dance around us

    I look below to the ground
    This hot and yet smooth stone
    And if you listen closely
    The voices will reach you
    To tell the stories
    Painted Red, brown and black
    The colors of my people
    The colors of my history

    You'd say we're far from the light
    But your thoughts are misgiven
    You'd say we cannot feel the breeze
    But your words are mistaken
    Hell is just a word
    Pain is only a product of fear
    This ire our light and this rain is our breeze

    When I look through the hole
    The skies smile at us
    The rain falls
    Dyed red, brown and black
    The colors of my people
    The colors of my Heart