The woods watch silent; still. The herds have moved on, the fields lay dead, and the tools have been laid to rest. The march pushes on, the drums lead the way,.Guided by the haze of ash and filth, the blaze fills the horizon, the heavens litter the plain. The sky as empty as forsaken halls, our battles victorious, our families protected. Again the hammers smashthe stones of persecution; chains of intolerance bind the weak. Forever the arms are drawn; the tools are laid to rest...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
