Wake up my child, is here. With the vengeance, we no time to bleed. My world filled with fear. I saw the sower of the seed.
Where is the world we had. Who can save you and your little lives. A child a child guided child. A child is guilty. But you should 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 clean the blood, for now the days are gone....
time for everyone, to think what we have done. Open your and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a common goal, you are one your foe. If only we could wake up and scream.
Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, has a reason. Throw at the problem and it will remain. Your life has no value for them, "violate me and this ends. My children will then you too." The grave is open, let us without remorse. Empty the cradle with fire for once again, Why not look through your fingers what done. Your own blood will the blood, for now the glory days are gone....
Now, when it seems we have nothing to believe in. Maybe we should be for the rock to come. For our children have nothing they should learn.
The is open, let us pray without remorse. Empty the with fire for them once again. Why not look your fingers what they've done. Your own will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone....
time for everyone, to think what we have 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 up soon and scream.
It's time for everyone, to think we have done. Open your and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a goal, you are one with your foe. If only we wake up soon and scream.