Would this soil be sanctified Destined to a shallow man's grave? Upon the seeds of tragedy, Underneath the glories of war… Behold what other's avoid, The crystal image of innocence There's no life for our dreams, Greed is building it's own chaos We're raped from light, Involved in flesh and slavery There's no triumph in our eyes, We're only tales never to be told… What speech could undone this misfortuneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
