Seven thousand winters Of the grand sadness As heavy burden on shoulders The poison floods
There was no such day The men spent without warfare Acts of ancestors are forgotten They're buried...
The blood of newborns Bleeds upon the earth And feeds it day after day And cursed will be the generations (we will see) For seven thousand winters...
They turn your eyes upon These gods that care for them True servants of lust Make you blind and voiceless
There is no single day The men was not a victim The misery, the pain Are just the game we play
For seven thousand winters We live for the grand sadness Poison floods in the gossip Greed and envy divide the soulsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
