Come down to our world and taste what’s real Look around and struggle hard to go ahead Wonder how the rabble and live like this A kind of a hell... This true is far away from your luxury cave “Lead” again your proxies in and old/new crusade Go further trough the story of your conquerors race (and) Hush it up again!!! Then think about who has to pay the bill For sure it’s not you, that cannot fit your brain How could nobody ask you to peel the fruit Don’t get your hands dirt Don’t think, the solution comes to you Oh yes, in a sense you can’t assume Be scared, the machine was made for who?!?! To expect that your laws would change the scene, Is an error (that) many others have made before Stir up your hosts ‘till you don’t feel your heels Later try to calm down... The meaning of the hell is something clear You could ask your ancestors why they fled (it was) Late! When we realized the mistake It will not happen again Forging the blade, there is a job for the grindstone... Forging the blade, in the way to assemble... Forging the blade, we cannot wait to get you Forging the blade... catch you... The time that your lie is seen to fail Has arrived, but don’t worry the machine is here “Divine” justice, just for once, will fall on your neck The machine is ready... Forging the blade, there is a job for the grindstone... Forging the blade, in the way to assemble... Forging the blade, we cannot wait to get you Forging the blade... catch you...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
