to the ground Here come the marching men Your colours wrapped around You reap what you sow Put your face to the ground Here come the marching men Your colours
Превод: Систърс ъф Мърси. Цветове.
You reap what you sow Put your face to the ground Here come the marching men Your colours wrapped around
Burn me a fire in the reptile house In the colour and the carnage fall me down My face in the fire in the reptile house And the kissing and the colour
and fell Under the falling Under the spell Singing Bury me Bury me Spoken in tongues Of many colours In the colours of heaven In the colours of hell
I surround myself by blackness, because I wage war in the name of my land... in the name of my gods... war with christianity, war with false good and mercy