Bombs are falling like diarrhea in a public toilet: feel god's rear
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Pregnant moms are giving birth to burst sons: their hope is dead
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall Bombs fall
Children's fate being mutilated, orphan legs seeking owner's trunk Owner's trunk, that doesn't belong to a soldier or a sergeant of the armies of the world In fact the owner is a victim: noisy bombs dig yards of tombs
Dead hope Dead hope
I see the light of a million corpses burning warm in collective graves Troops of doom are bringing us the reprimand it's god's command
Bombs fall!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
