Wake up my child, is here. With the vengeance, we no time to bleed. My only world with fear. I never saw the of the seed.
Where is the we had. Who can ever save you and your little lives. A child a child guided child. A child is never guilty. But you not run free...
The grave is open, let us without remorse. Empty the cradle with fire for them again. Why not through your fingers what they've done. Your own blood will the blood, for now the glory days are gone....
It's for everyone, to think what we have done. Open eyes and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a goal, you are one with your foe. If we could wake up soon and scream.
Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, has a reason. Throw at the problem and it will remain. Your life has no for them, "violate me and this never ends. My children will hate you too." The grave is open, let us pray remorse. the cradle with fire for them once again, Why not look through your what they've done. Your own will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....
Now, when it seems that we have nothing to in. Maybe we should be for the rock to come. For our children soon have they should learn.
The grave is open, let us without remorse. the cradle with fire for them once again. Why not look through your fingers they've done. Your own blood will the blood, for now the glory days are gone....
It's time for everyone, to think we have done. your eyes and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a common goal, you are one with foe. If we could wake up soon and scream.
It's time for everyone, to think what we done. Open your and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a goal, you are one with your foe. If only we could wake up and scream.