Walking, hiding, boiling underneath his faith His eyes full of emptiness, overflowing with pain I told him: oh man this misfortune needs to be known He said: I don’t mind I don’t mind He comes from where we can’t go into reverse Where death is considered as a consequence... of weakness He told me “ooh if I tell you poor mortal how many ways you have to die unknown by hell!
When man could decide for his life and reflect What’s wrong or right and retain all his instincts But no, he was obstinate to believe That no one is above him No one worth to receive his pity
Now he is locked up and he is burning As a coward mercy he is begging No second chance you’re not leaving! You already got a lot, and for too long
And I was stunned And I was speechless To see that you could decide of life or death of men and earth With a pitiful dearth... of maturity
When man could decide for his life and reflect What’s wrong or right and retain all his instincts But no, He was obstinate to believe That no one is above him, no one worth to receive his pity Now he is locked up and he is burning
As a coward mercy he is begging No second chance you’re not leaving! You already got a lot, and for too long
And I was stunned And I was speechless To see that you could decide of life or death of men and earth
I don’t want to go back there, but i'll do it to see them remembering their life, their acts, the pains they made, to serve their pride, their ignorance, I’ll be glad to see them regretting all All When it is too late, choices they could revise, Not only once, but several times So… burnTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
