Masterdom's Profit - Heaven's Cry

The hawk, cunning bird of prey

Rides the wind to observe

His only predator assaulting his domain

Cables, trucks and pavement

Left the runaway restless, unsheltered

I say fly, head high

To the mountain top!

Avoiding, escaping the city’s deadly arms

From sightings to sightings

The hunting won’t withdraw

For the profit of masterdom

On earth, seas and land

We’re all bound to meet its demand

As a whale ascends to the surface

It grasps a single breath of air

A ship legally sacks and packages his realm

The last of his entire race

Sure we know, but it’s worth the pay

I say swim, breathe and dive

On the seas around!

Avoiding, escaping

The fishing’s deadly arms

From sightings to sightings

The hunting won’t withdraw

For the profits of masterdom

Breathing along with nature’s perfections

A young native meets a world of magicians

A promised paradise

Left the tribe to work at their command

For 5 cents an hour

There’s no comfort at hand

Realized his land has been

Spoiled and purged

Thousand years of knowledge gone

On earth, seas and land

We’re all bound to meet its demand