Testo di March Thru Pain

Liberating sanctified thoughts took him to the bone Conspiracy or solution? A body surrounded hole See the tortured minds See their eyes so blind Another massacre Through the eye of a storm Blood clouded dust Death, pestering reality, chosen or not? March thru pain, all insane Bullets fly, a ballad's end One road that I must take No one ever has returned yet Flowers are dead, the turf looks pale No memory to take from here Mouths spews skin Take the skin Come and yield you little fucking prey As dark clouds drift across clear skies And bare my whole demise Beware the serpent smile When in darkness the holy cry A heart sees its own image painted in the sky It's nothing but cold winter Winter dark and wild As a stranger I arrived As a stranger again I leave I must find my own way Through this darkened grief The eye of the storm, blood clouded dust Death, pestering reality, chosen or not? March thru pain, all insane, bullets fly A ballad's end One road that I must take No one ever has returned Corpses fall down, in death they trust It's all on to die Warfare's spot, sun now hides Vomit on their lies Death to souls, torture rules Painted in common graves Only the dead will see the end of war, of a life of savage taste