The Bloodwoods shiver in the glare of summers haze Dust of ancient lands breathes beneath our feet Since the dawn of time, giver of life divine Shadowed by dark ruination, looming down the line
The poisoned lies of narrow minds Now spread into the soul of life
Bitter blight fractures life This call for change won’t be too late
The devil’s at our door Selling fool’s gold and a miracle cure
Hearts of fire unite and man their barricades Truth is overwhelming and yet Hollow men still talk in vain Sowing sickness, shifting focus away Setting in stone a future we cannot sustain
We can’t quench our thirst on profits gained And we can’t turn back once it begins
Bitter blight fractures life This call for change won’t be too late
They poison the well and expect us to drink When the river runs dry only then Then will they see
You can line your pockets, but you can’t buy back your soul These gates are locked, this future is not yours to own
Bitter blight fractures life This call for change won’t be too lateTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
