Prepare yourself to face the coming change! Wake up defiant and warn the others
Wake up the fire inside your voices! We are defined by what we inspire...
Remembering the end of the world... brings me restless nights Calling me from above, a choir recites: "Change is coming!"
And I awaken the fire inside my voice I tremble and shake as it fills the void The day turns into night... I am catastrophe
We are fire in form, and I want to wake myself, make myself Rise up, rise up to fall... Why don't you lay it down, lay it down on the line And then we will rise!
Living in the dirt, breathing in my worth Make no mistake, this is my rebirth
Before the days of the cataclysm, we obeyed the law of one We just wanted to breath, we wanted to be...
We are the sons of war, married to a past so violently ignores (So I) Face my imperfect desires, waiting for the age to expire
We are fire in form, and I want to wake myself, make myself Rise up, rise up to fall... Why don't you lay it down, lay it down on the line And then we will rise!
"The story of human memory of catastrophes that took place in historical times, strangely-despite the fact that they were described in so many sources- is as if non-existent for the scientific world..."Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
