In the silence of the night, the chains do rattle,
Freedom’s song now a distant battle,
Shadows loom where once light did gleam,
In the heart of the night, we dream.

Under the iron fist, whispers grow cold,
Stories of liberty become tales of old,
Eyes that yearn for dawn’s gentle embrace,
Find only darkness in this confined space.

Streets that once echoed with joyous cheer,
Now tremble with the weight of fear,
Voices silenced, dreams put on hold,
The spirit of the people slowly unfolds.

Yet in the depths, hope still burns bright,
A flicker in the void, a beacon of light,
For even in chains, the soul strives to be free,
In the shadows of martial law, we seek our destiny.