Paroles de Last Hope Of Suffered Soul

By the paths of the human race leaving bright trace, We're walking not by our will, not by our will. Someone always pulls our strings but we worship still Those who stand upon us high - they won't die Men who wants to smash the doubts and find the truth Wants to sure himself that's he's right his clothes're white Just invents an attitude & reason to bend Never thinks of fruits, he will reap, never goes deep Each one wants to be ruled wants to be fooled Don't lament for dead Devastated are your souls, mist's in your minds. Ruler's unseen, his way is free So better choose Whom to serve and to trust Though you will loose.