Morte

You see the star of dream and hope
Those nights it falls extremlly slow
In life
In lifeyou trust and now
You try and hardly realised

And let the swards of war to cross their destination
This light of prays will fall down fucking treaters
Save me, pray your fucking slaves

'Thill the end of era!
'Thil the end of era!
'Thill the end of era!

Life.Inside. My pride
Falling down and
Our! Cries! Denied
While we are alive

Round of head, round of arms, round of kness
We'll split our hate weapons endeed!
Round of head, round of arms, round of knees
We'll split our hate weapons endeed!

Rage of haven distructs
Minds of millions enemies

Winds of haven mis forever
Love in darkness
All the other stand together
In tbe silence

AND WE WILL NEVER SEE HIW PRETTY WORLD IS

World is



Credits
Writer(s): Stephane Salvi, Herve Bouetard, Michael Garcon, Natacha Le Jeune, David Forgione
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