Enchanted by the moon A fresh breeze from the eastern winds and the wet grass smell, my folk live under the moonshine of the endless night
Some wars and some wars, we lost for believing in the lie that your God would bring us peace and a place distant of the deep pain
And in the great sabbath nights Hunted we were until death didn't respect our children they slaved our people
Some wars and some wars, we lost for believing in your lies now we are, lost in the shadows and bleeding over the "holy words"
(in a.... dance, pain)
The fake peace of spirit and false promise of liberty turn all vine into ashes You turn our fate into blasphemy and to judged us by heresy burning all our cultureTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
