Amona کے بول

A spineless reign shows signs of fear of the enemy Divide the land, tear out the heart of the nation A war declared by a state on its citizens It's our last stand: We head straight to Amona! We love our fatherland Yet fear our government Once on a mission but now banned Keep getting high while we descend Time's running out, maybe we are forsaken By an ancient God whose anger has overtaken His sense of pride his promise for the chosen! We can not hide the monster you have awakened We love our fatherland Yet fear our government Once on a mission but now banned Keep getting high while we descend This is the end, we will be gone by sunrise We won't be dead thus we will walk among you And find high courts who're pretty low on justice Today it's me, who'll be tomorrow's practice?