Where are the gallows for these traitors Where are the stones to cast against Some share regrets, some still stand tall No shame in their eyes, no glimpse of pride
Where are the children, to be hanged among them To harvest and erase their seed and the bloodline
Their plague of a coming age
To seek their siblings, to find their fathers And to cut down the tree, where their betrayal seeds Enslave their brothers and take their strength And to gather their mothers and make them relent
Their plague of a coming age
No mercy, no tears, no remorse, only the determination
As without a struggle, there’s no victory And without victims, there's no historyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
