I glide among the relics of the past Covered by a thick shroud of dust Covered with a mist of oblivion Only things that I can encounter here Are life sucking wraiths Marked by the desert sun Filled up with scorpion's venom It was my home once Now we call it a prison Eternal battlefield... torment The reason of which nobody can comprehend today Only hatred remains the binder of these lands Ours against the visitors, visitors against us We fight, our existence against theirs And only victory will let us leave This prison...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
