Holding her throat, it wont take long Soon her flowers will wither forgotten
The clouds are moving fast The skies will soon erupt
Stagnant beliefs will be laid to rest As the gods themselves tremble Horn of the nurturer will fall And her fruit will rot
There are no crimes, Only actions And I have committed nothing And will Carry the consequences
Where there is a master There is a slave
The clouds are moving fast A storm coming
Carve your own path In to the tree of life Don't use the road Raped by the weakened mind The journey will go on Oh, what a price to pay But the price to pay Is indifferent
The clouds are moving fast The sky is erupting
Morality is dead I am my own master The values of old Do not exist anymore Hope is weakness Where man dwells Above this filth I won't bow rule divineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
