Paroles de The Soil

Your guns are here They came with lies They're here to burn To flame the night The blood of all Equal at last It won't clear up This war will last We must survive Upgrowing dark Laughter of god Erased memories Our past is falling down We can't survive Fire falling from the sky Like rain, black heavy rain Together we will bite the dust Dark clouds are coming from your hands Old scholars, they're scratching their heads And doing everything for one's own good Women are crying They're hugging their children Children are screaming into the sky Soil… Blood… A lot of graveyards Without monuments The soil is absorbing blood