How does it feel? To welcome the new day Not worth of saving To fall down on own imprudent acts The wind answers quietly Clears the black smoke far thick to see Unfolds the true nature of man
"And this fire it burns Consuming us all Withered garden for posterity Inheritance in flames"
"When the mankind moves Rest of the life shakes All once green turned into stone Flesh into the dust and soil Where the last wave broke The shores blazed red And place once called home Turned into hall of dead"
How does it feel? Bite the hand that feeds you Poison the well that waters you Prospects made from castles of sand Legacy in barren land
Breed, greed, bleed Legacy in barren land The last wave broke Prospects made from castles of sandTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
