Sounds of chains we hear from far behind Mechanic noises of magic kind Mighty war machines are on their way I'm knowing here is no place to stay
Time will come we'll have to pay An evil war will come some day I feel frosty atmosphere Don't you see that the point is near
Shooting guns I hear from everywhere loud Bombs are falling out of dark gray clouds Tanks are coming, beware of the chains Children are suffering, they cry for help
But chains are coming and they smash them down Bombs burn houses and everything around No use of crying, it seems to be the end It seems to be the end of this rotten land
I was born, oh, tell me why? I was born, oh, tell me why?
Killing children, who doesn't know hatred Torturing people, what for this mess Tell me the sense of useless life Killing each other with guns and knives
I was born, oh, tell me why? I was born, oh, tell me why?
Chains are coming and they smash them down Fires burns houses and everything around No use of crying, it seems to be the end It seems to be the end of this rotten land
I was born, oh, tell me why? I was born, oh, tell me why?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
