Hermes! The bronze serpent.

ISIS. My Brothers in arms. Kurdish fighters.

There is no harm done.

Or wrong done in a flaw.

My Kurdish fighters the trailer you yet saw.

Come take me away. To that city so blue.

White in the sky.

The crystal clear streamline.

See. A number of things. Did rush through my mind.

I haven't got enough to give. But song I did write.

Please take this as an offering.

The sky blue chamber.

Ar Aiden, kiss the texture of this iron weapon.

Advance we would go.

Don't they look amazing.

The comrades, in teams fighting for the victory.

Not supplied. Like aid to the hungry.

But forged through the jaws of battle.

Where we belong.

The tears piles down.

The blood falls deep.

A minute of leisure and pleasure makes the victory complete.

Regardless. Of the what they say.

The enemy will fail.

He has no part in it.

Freedom is not theirs to take.

And neither is peace, and love.

You cannot really confine me.

You're confined in a state.

While we live freely in Elysium.

My Brothers, know that. There is nothing like slavery.

But my brother on my side.

We building up an army.

Raise it tight and divide it.

No hope in retreat.

Cut through the mass, and let us go free.

Our home calls us forth.

But yet we need to cut in pieces.

So aim high.

Let loose.

Split the heart in pieces.

I sing a lot.

And then everyday, I'm calling.

Everyday I'm calling.

Everyday. Like a dolphin.

The cross bows are enormous.

But I can't say I'm sorry.

I need more than a story.

I need more than (your) mercy.

Can we take flight.

Now.

The noble prize.

Don't mean a thing.

Now.

We fighting for survival.

My Brothers in need. In arms, fight.

Till the killers bleed.

I think my brothers.

And lovers will.

Agree with me. We need to stand free.

We need to... no! Must do what we-will be Able to do.

That comes naturally.

My Brothers sing melodies. Sisters rip.

And from the big screen.

We see that we only have to stand our ground.

And don't take no for an answer.

 Life, Love, Light and Truth.