OUR TRADITION

We are so silent gathering around the blazing fire

Tales upon tales were being usher in abundance

We accelerate, we de-accelerate

For not all the character were meant for us

The moonlight never did like to miss our playground

Then it came nearer to play with us mortal

Smiling forgetting its origin where it came from

It did abandoned its mission to circulate the world

For we are more than a friend to him-she

Not long were those happy days array with the sign of end time

Slave we were made in our homeland

The moon then remember its mission

Never did it come nearer to our playground

For the playground now is a slave-ground

Our happy days now a sorrow day

Our tradition has now turn a coalition.