I saw the broadcast of the obelisk in the air
And I'm reminded of my ancestors
Of all the torment we've been going through for generations

I know our history has been stripped away from us
My relatives tell me our people's history in private
So the Lekrests don't catch us

They tried to censor the broadcasts
But I was able to witness them
Before the signals all went dark

We can't escape Gearspark
They've got us all on lock down
Working for them all the time

We're just cogs in the machine
And I don't know how much longer I can stand
I'm growing weaker every day

I'm too young for all of this
I should be enjoying childhood
Not working for these brutes

They keep forcing their beliefs on us
In an attempt to indoctrinate us
And erase our ancestor's pasts
In the undercover disguise of the night
Stabbing through the shadows in the dark
I'm making my way through the streets

I'm giving this letter to a messenger
In hopes that it reaches you
All the way in Kingsgear

I hope you're doing well, Olíkatch
I'm doing the best I can
My name is Gawras

I hope to see you soon