Tytuł: Wounds

• Wykonawca: Hocico
• Wyświetleń: 472

Rise from your deep wounds
   From the wounds of the past
   The gray skies where doubt flies
   Cover all eyes with dust
  
   Cold the winds blow
   While rancor grows and stays
   Bitter tears inside blind eyes
   Their justice is a fake
  
   Nation this time is ours
   You beated nation
   You won't cry this time
   Nation, revenge is ours
   Just beated nation
   Just believe this time
  
   I promised you I'd die today
   Tears won't wet your eyes
  
   I'll be by your side to rise this gun
   The gun I have in my hands
  
   We'll see them bleed, reaching the end
   They'll draw our smiles
  
   Nation I just feel kind of away now
   But I'm still brave
  
   I see some blood running out
   So let's take what is ours
  
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