اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
To and fro
The fear spreads to confuse us all
Thin senseless shadows
Step across the silent groan of death
Hatred is their mourning star
Their guiding light
The oppressed ignite the spark
In which flames the old empires will
Burn and die
We’re the ones who burn
We’re the cannon fodder
We’re the ones who suffer
From this new world disorder
Stare into terror eyes!
