Gales and storms are gone, dead silence Our ark still rides the sky Sunset throws a bloody shine onto the sails protecting our lives
Under the coat the game is carried on in which the beatings go by the boards Diseases, hunger and hate howl with triumph when among us, many with no chances are born
The missionaries of life broke onto the stem in the name of God manifesting life's protection not knowing how to help them to survive
They band, with the holy book in hand causing hell and pain to innocents So how to trust you priests, my lord?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
