Abandoned fields at the core of the hope That once carried the weight of the fallen Life’s rotten tree with the last poisoned fruits Still tempting the weakest men
The well of mankind is the womb of the earth Bleeding the poisoned blood from the soil Yet the roots of greed are dwelling within In every man and at their tombs
It's the weight of the fallen The sleigh of a thousand stones
A man without guilt is a man without sin A brother or father, all killing their kin Drunken by greed, harvesting same seeds And the blood flows back to these soils
Like dead without a grave or death without sleep The roots of greed are dwelling within In every man, in every grave
The weight of the fallenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
