Erased the stains The shades of heinous thoughts Are carried by the wind Victory turned dire Our childish doom craved us dead What we could do to avoid this hecatomb? All was done for significance, you know Unfelt the threat We took it as an urge You've been always right We always fool
Joy turned upside down Our secret's now revealed Come see the heap of meaning See all the blood we spilt
Remembering days of massacre Few children facing emptiness Grim, dreadful, the demons we were us We killed our innocence for good
The wishes we adopted Made us grow apace The bloody taste of triumph Consumed us from withinTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
