Paroles de Sense Of Face

We will, we will not be found Sacred, sacred is our holy ground Rebirth, we fight for the right The right for our fate is bringing war The order of strength we light the fire The fire in our brains Our order is sweet and so we have the thrown Building our means forever In our self we have to fight The fight for our face Our face in the sky Prophets are born and people shall die Gripping with fear at the face in the sky Truth now behold, behold for a war Of a war in our fear, our fear to conform