Torn of this land's disgrace Too hungry to contain a future The sun bathes my wounds with a veil of old rage It's rays dyed with the blood of our disrespect
Suffering for the wisdom long forgotten The sound of bloodletting echoes on the wind The suicide of drought for a faith destroyed We starve with pride and glass in our throats
Harvest their return Those who drive away the sun
The masks lay fallen, sheltered in the dust Tearing our flesh amongst wolves See how they run as we laugh In lunar horizons there is understanding
Harvest their return Carry my soul to the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
