Overslept. Astonished. Whether you are ever going to feel this warmth again which makes us human. Create this bright new world. Cure the cancer of progress
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Превод: Фигура при кънки. Заболеваемостта събуден.
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And now what's done is done, are we satisfied? Have you quenched your thirst for blood, with what was sacrificed? You turned your backs, not me.
Break the world, claim our pieces, bring them back to life, found our heart, lost our minds, over and over again. This is not my world this is not
In light of all what came before; a canvas made of tides. Always, the sun will rise. Now it?s you and me. Since you came along, nothing has been
Barely alive, when I had to come to terms with the blows of death. A memory that I won?t forget. Life once priceless, now faded. What demons stole
You said something And I felt so much more Days alone shed light on turmoil I'm sick of this charade Worked so hard for this Found strength to resist
We're under attack, it's a threat to our bonds so strong. We're under attack, but we're all aware of your ways. Not one single thing will save us
We?re silenced before we?ve spoke. So bow your heads when you realise everything you poured your heart in, is tearing you limb from limb. What dreams
All the wars we fought - standing unresolved. All the deaths we saved - from a world gone cold. All the damage done - won?t be erased. We broke ourselves
Now I have lost sight, lost touch and for what cost? This distance between the dream and what could have been. Sworn to silence, a pledge to myself
All or nothing - Blood bring colour. Two sides go into war, one victor. We stand, brothers in arms, we?d die for - it?s all or nothing. This pride
Take one more breath, then choose death or glory. Waste one more day, then choose death or glory. Take one more life, then choose death or glory.
Time will tell. Don?t disregard this love, so often mistaken for hate. You roll your eyes and we?re back to square one. A simple glance can make
Rainfall washes a blanket of deceit, once sworn enemies, united by defeat. Terror enforced by the civil hand, red rivers flow and drown the native
