Paroles de The Aftermath

The Aftermath Leaving the year 2000 Walk a bit close to the end Watch me right into my eyes No chance for me nor for us Claim to rule Dictator Reign in fear Death to pigs Generate-Tears of blood Stay crying for the good times Promised by the leaders Now they're vanished before me Flesh of men is food for gods Pour tout le sang du monde Par vos sabres vers頁s you reach the threshold Of this new millenium Fields of ashes Sands of time Try to fight the strong to make Change this state of things...