اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Red crosses, white sails on the horizon
The lust for gold, a deadly sin of men
With the godspell in their hands
They conquer the feral, and enslave the wild
Death throughout the land, a heritage written in blood
Blessed by nature while doomed by men’s greed
Welcome to Green Hell, where you are just a pawn
Of the good ol’ Oligarchy
The government falls, but you are still ruled by gold
Nothing will ever change, unless you look within
And recognize the errors of your ancestry
In this theather of snakes, we should learn our role
And play it the opposite
‘Cause the survival of the fittest crowns them kings
While we fight among ourselves
Death throughout the land, a heritage written in blood
Blessed by nature while doomed by men’s greed
Welcome to Green Hell, where we are just the pawns
Of the good ol’ Oligarchy
The government falls, but we’re still ruled by gold
Nothing will ever change, unless we look within
And recognize the errors of our ancestry
