اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Searching the vanished edge
Between truth and lies
In the land where heroes lose
And dirty lies rule.
It's coming upon us
The shadow of black hands
Is spreading, infecting their minds
But I won't run away.
Feeding their puppets
With enslaving lies
Creeping in silence
Under the ground
One after one they fall into the trap
Falling under your wicked command
But I spit on your hands
The gates of success
(Are) awaiting your arrival
Just kneel to the master
Fulfill his wish
Spit on your hands!
Spit on your hands!
Accept compromises
Give up your will
You'll obtain a false power
Just kissing his hands
