Totmann کے بول

From the shoulders Of giant Majority We look down And make believe What we see is the only possible reality The river runs down the hill The river shapes the land The river pours into the sea The river is a river Kill the deadmen One by one Walk on, walk strong On and on Kill the deadmen One by one Walk on, walk strong Go out and show 'em – they'll never doubt it again Like a lioness Her breed And a lion another lion's breed Those rules to go by Are like a tight string around our necks Pain And a painkiller What I can't hear I need to say My blood-spattered Blood brother Your covered, blinded eyes can't see It may not always be easy It may not always look good The message, however, is simple It's our life we live it our way