Buried 1000 times

With bound hands and feet sent to the stake
Hell is to inhale, Fate's hands are to take
Centuries' clouds bring storms and pain
Nation of condemned washed by blood-rain

Branded by hot iron of the Only One
Temples' veins beat felt the barrel of the gun
Wait for the hangman paralysed by fear
The harsh judgement passed by the King of the Heel

It's the destiny of a nation, the legions of the pale faced stare through their eyes
The book of our fate is written with disgusting types
The years of mist swept away by millions of orphans' cries
Exiled or slaughtered , and buried 1000 times