Watch your peers succumb They die of thirst and hunger In this gods forsaken land All you see is sand
The sun is constantly whipping Whipping us with misery We eat our oun horses Goat and sheep
Maybe someday Oh Lord The harsh sun Will go away
Our spirits are suffocated By the relentless red heat Our minds are lacerated Vultures, in our carcasses, they feast
Down the dead river, another corpse Is it Severin, or is it Mary? So thin, their bones pierce their skin I kneel and pray
Maybe someday Oh Christ The harsh sun Will go away
Back to my home Wife and children I can take no more Of their crying and screaming
I fall over my dagger Like the hopeless coward I am My soul will be free Never to worry again
Maybe someday Oh Satan The harsh sun Will go away Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |