Rage Of The Orientals by Sad Theory
Forecasting the eastern rage,
Dust from the ground raises like black cloud
Covering the horizon line.
An earthquake pushes dropping dry leaves around me.
A crowd without a name!
Those who had never seen each other before,
Those who do not know each other,
Chaos! Voices! (Victor Hugo in Feuilles d'Automne)
Those are in a desperate union of destiny: the will to survive
And I wanted to survive!
The truth came with the first relieved breath of outcast.