Wake up my child, is here. With the vengeance, we have no to bleed. My only filled with fear. I saw the sower of the seed.
Where is the world we had. Who can ever you and your little lives. A guides a child guided child. A child is guilty. But you should not run free...
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....
Time has come for everyone, to what we have done. your eyes and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a common goal, you are one with foe. If only we could wake up and scream.
Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, has a reason. Throw money at the and it will remain. Your has no value for them, "violate me and this never ends. My children then hate you too."
The is open, let us pray 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....
Now, when it seems that we nothing to believe in. Maybe we should be for the rock to come. For our children soon have nothing should learn.
The is open, let us pray without remorse. Empty the 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....
has come 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 with foe. If only we could up soon and scream.
Time has come for everyone, to what we have done. Open eyes and see, it's not a dream. You aim for a common goal, you are one your foe. If only we could up soon and scream.