Freedom Glory Project

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  1. Mary EllenJuly 2, 2009 at 7:49 PM

    I was intrigued and looked up the source. Not exactly a pacifist approach, but very moving.

    http://www.freedomgloryproject.com/

    lt's a silence the lonely know
    in the fire the rainbows grows
    you can push it down my friend
    it will come up ten fold again

    we will erase your name, we will show no restraint

    how much blood must be shed
    on the streets of unrest
    we will bleed as long need be
    that river will remove you from history

    we will erase your name, we will show no restraint

    you have robbed us for many years
    but we have saved every last tear
    we have suffered all of your hate
    and now we march down to your gates

    we will erase your name, we will show no restraint

    Freedom, Glory, Be Our Name
    Freedom, Glory, Be Our Name

    you think your power is secure
    when you startle us with the threat of war
    but fear has its limits too
    we are no longer scared of you

    we will erase your name, we will show no restraint

    we will burn your temple to the ground
    we will tear all your prisons down
    your gallows will be set for burning
    just before one last hanging

    we will erase your name, we will show no restraint

    Freedom, Glory, Be Our Name
    Freedom, Glory, Be Our Name

    now we give you one last chance
    to do what's right and to let us dance
    or the hand of fate will become a fist
    a force your thugs can not resist

    The fields where soldiers practice their killing
    can be a spread of green grass
    where the boisterous rainbow children may dance
    while the one who beams with
    ultimate command
    will merely be a smile (Written by Shamloo)

    Shoukoeh Azadi Ba Mast

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  2. Batteson.IndJuly 3, 2009 at 2:50 AM

    *..... music........

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  3. RudeeJuly 3, 2009 at 7:06 AM

    This is a very moving video. I love the use of green in the black and white video. It reminded me of Schindler's list.

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  4. Anders July 3, 2009 at 11:56 AM

    Beautiful and moving music.

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  5. ArgentJuly 3, 2009 at 2:29 PM

    I wasn't going to listen to this at first, but I'm glad I did. Powerful stuff.

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  6. OwenJuly 4, 2009 at 8:25 PM

    I'm getting here late, but that is awesome... what raw power in their raw voices...

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