We Are The Kings And Queens Of Old

We are the Kings and Queens    
The spillage of our blood centrifuged from generation  
To the bed of earth for which it stains  
Allow Mother Nature to restore our beings as we once were    
To the lineage of greater power, we shall uprise unto again    
Henceforth our patrimony glory we gather    
Echoes faded by the dust of the wind    
We stand to worship our melanin among the Sun    
Our voices rise among the following North star    
We bow in union to the magnificent moon as we hunt for greener pastures