In the street of rebellion I'm coming for the final battle Where no one's looking back everyone's eyes are burning in red fire I see the tired sun is just becoming black We hold our hands up And create the retching blessed sky
In our pain, with our pain we drown the sky
In the street of rebellion We're coming for the final battle Where every men and their wives are ready for all sacrifice Just with our pain, OK maybe with some bills, but we will win I see the tired sun is just becoming black We hold our hands up and create the retching sky
We're going on the way And see the falling stars The retching blessed sky is waiting for the finishing stroke
We're going on the way like demonic people And We'll be without pain the hell will bloom
In our pain, with our pain we drown the sky
In the street of rebellion we're coming back from thewon battle And those men who're looking back see the drowned, blessed, blackTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
