الكلمات الأصلية
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Fourty three are the souls that where lost
Sinister silence in our minds
Broken ilutions every time
That even cry can't hold on
A castle in the air
A false king, kill us
We go out to march
Witouth justice
Anguish screams
Walk on the streets
The blood starts to falling down
This fary tale is not real
Feeling the emptiness in my soul
I scream to call my brothers
To the war
The pure river took their ashes
Dragging the pain
The pain in my heart
Feeling the emptiness in my soul
I scream to call my brothers
To the war
The pure river took their ashes
Dragging the pain
The pain in my heart
Feeling the emptiness in my soul
I scream to call my brothers
To the war
The pure river took their ashes
Dragging the pain
The pain in my heart
In my mind
In my heart
