What is this sound that screams aloud?
Where are the men, so strong and proud?
What is this chill I feel around?
Where, tell me where, are we all bound?
What is this truth that I was told?
Where are the men, so free and bold?
What is this pride I feel come down?
Where, tell me where, is my Great Crown?
I try to speak,
I try to walk,
I try to talk,
But I am weak…