اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Mist... of vultures right ahead
Clouds of sulphur rain constantly down... on us
Ugly faces... showing... fear in their eyes
Admiring the rot bird that flies in the sky
[chorus]
Roads... leading to nowhere
No chance to survive here
Walk to death
Once hope is far behind
Nothing left... but chaos
One man made a promise to go
He said that no one could stop him
So went through the walls of sand
Carrying only courage
And a saint image in hand
Everybody thinks that they're free from their ghosts
Creating a world of hallucinations
Victims of their own mouse traps
In the end all that's said is "holy crap!"
[chorus]
Roads... leading to nowhere
No chance to survive here
Walk to death
Once hope is far behind
Nothing... left but chaos
That feeble man... struggles against his fears
Tears in his eyes just feed his will to live
Carrying courage and faith in heart
Surely there will be no problem to tear him apart
[Solo]
Persistence leads to glory
We're trying to escape from ruin
Basing on other's suffering
To be finally free from chaos... from chaos!
