At the Spring The stars are yield hemlock's crop For our enemies After the old Fallows are sown Unintentionally I smile Like the one who cares On scorched earth Grin Hard harvest War means progress
Our names have expired But actions shine Through eager days and hectic nights Washing blood with blood again Do you recognize that voice that scares you deep inside? It starts In our wombs It breeds in our tombs Mimicry status quo Motionless and helpless To feel it again Managing fear to enslave hearts
It's never warm at the top of the peak Howling threats of cold elements To stifle most of them with crisp clear rays The sun must be the one To let the rule the emperor As the one who cares On scorched earth Or thrust him down and killTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.