the horses run

borrowed zorro-zorro unmasked





Now the horses run

On the ground in circles

Some opt for the beaches

Others trekking in the forests

The horses run

In 2s or 3s or 4s

Carrying each flag

The identity of each party

Into the battles

For the winner takes all

The losers will sink into pit hole

It's here the sulking in quiet sorrow

The battle on the Land of Hornbills

The battle for change for the people

The people must dare to change

Let no fear come into your mind

Now the ruling elites

Afraid to lose the power

They promise you anything

Let them go

Let them cry in the pit hole

Let them suffer for their greed and corruption

Let them burn for neglecting their solemn oath

Let the ruling elites go!