Mindless screams from the field of hate Increase our panic as generals scheme Mangled bodies emerge from the smoke Unconsciously begging the night's downfall
Life is just a fantasy Death is felt in vain No control or destiny We will rest in pain
The instinct to kill is what they expect Employed for destruction or the unbalanced will Expectations of truth are lost with the dead As thoughtless minds injure, all hope is lost
Free will controls what's left of our minds Survival drives our battered souls The pain we carry to the grave Shows indifference in the eyes of slavesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
