Heroes, the living are dead War, the devil's burial In a graveless heroes day Where in their suits of armour It becomes inpenetrable The vison of their faces Everything is dark Where my enemy lies Look, his sword cuts the sky Between so clear clowds And it gets down to the ground Red of treason Which doesn't allow the men rest But you've got other lives Only once is not enough
Heroes, the living are dead It rains rocks from the sky In the city of vallants There, tired bodies Minds empty of time That repouse their eyes In the women's white laps In the surrender of a night Where minutes are thousand hours Heroes, the living are dead
Na intimidade de seu banheiro contorce o rosto Numa condenação silenciosa Nas suas feições se iluminam com o ódio ao ver Que o sistema gasta milhões e milhões com armas e bombas Nos dando tempo para morrer Mas isso não é uma guerra positiva, é uma guerra de poderosos Guerra de pessoas doentes, que nos dão tempo para morrer
Heroes, the living are dead Not only of bread lives the man His flood is our blood They fight with hate for love Fools the man Who think that war Will bring peace some day Mediocre man Note more than crazy nuts Tormented by hate
Mas o tempo está desnorteado Maldita sina que me fez nascer um dia para consertá-lo Morou mano?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
