Letra de 100 Years War

Amidst the burning rubble the spirit still lives on To rise above all poverty, to rise above all wrong No one needs your bloodied sword, I'll get what's truly mine Bullets of hate kept in your hands, they'll burn a hole in time Rebel against all hate and tell the story straight We are no more noble than our words Be true to your beliefs, don't do wrong and then retreat Cuz action leads to triumph in this world One hundred years of death will end, then the black death will begin Peasants rise to slay a knight, whose wife must taste his sin In the tree he hangs alone, helpless and aflame A feast of bones and melting flesh, his children scream his name The passing of this life will teach to none be ever true Realize fate is in your hands and you alone control its moves.