The drops of rust raining down over the age of steel Layers of dust burying the faded and motionless reels
A distorted view Filled with the victims of the modern times These endless roads, all to nowhere Only smoking ruins in sight
These men of stained soils Still roaming slowly ahead In the crossroad of fear Dwelling in the heart of the brave
Seeking the truth from a boiling heart of the north And feel the warm Feel the warm blood against the freezing coldTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
