For them shall not ever lend guidence Let them all, let them all rot Believing what they may One thousand years of filth can't be cured Despite what we think we will not make this possible We will walk in blaze paths of hatred Spawn new foes with every bullets exit hole Generational gap lets some escape When war rushes in, in we must take Pride - despite all the lies Torn - from the flies
Commit to offering Sacrifice of ones self Never existing for anything else As a whole must survive Into the pits of time For lands in which we die Our corpses are torn from the flies
Torn - From - The - FliesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
