Mail me wave after waveOf what remains of your braveCome to dig their own graveSlash the backs of every slaveTry to war but they forgaveEntombed in solemn cavesOppress the mass for what they gaveSo no more rolling round the raveWhen the paths already paveThe initials engraveThe only thing craveI already saveSo prepare to bend concaveWhile I awaken my inner rageNow it might take a little