The herd ate it's shepherd And starved to death, smiling They didn't reach the meadows
You loved your neighbour And ate your own mother Losing your own war Slave in your own chains
You look to the sun And freeze to death Torn apart in golden cages Strangled by purity Kissing the hand that killed your own brother
Be sure of this I'll never turn my back to you Be sure of this I'll always mock you
Consider what you've created When you're waiting for death Listen, out there Where our laugher is resounding Think of what's waiting for you You miserable fool!
We laughed as the hive burnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
