Strength Core کے بول

The journey was tiring The winds were our sole nourishment We quenched our thirst with the dew We crossed the barren lands Looking for what shan't be found This is the story of a lost squadron searching for the source To mend its chaotic destiny We're like dead flowers Even before the first buds appear Our senses only grasp The unattainable shadow of our spirit We walk backwards, Towards the beginning of nothingness Straight core We need a breath all the time Strength blood Concrete seclusion is still alive Our weapons challenge the strength of our enemies And our enemies' weapons challenge our own Violence mowed down our fellow countrymen And the souls of the dead come back to torture the living Straight core We need a breath all the time Strength blood Concrete seclusion is still alive Our mistake can't be measured anymore We have spread terror far and wide And the clouds of smoke springing out of the battered earth Darken the sky forever