It's a final belief,
There's nothing around.
& we'll die only if
Kneel & lie on the ground.
Bloody dawn's shining up,
People rise their heads,
Praying gods for a stop,
'Cause they lie down dead.
Getting colder again...
Hurt by torturing shiver,
Fourty dumb little men're
Asking me to deliver
Their prey to the gods,
While I fly to the heaven,
& I answer them: "Nope,
Sins will not be forgiven.
All of them will be payed.
Everyone's time is coming.
& we'll lie down dead,
& diffuse in the shining..."
A final belief - для знающих английский
© Copyright: Макс Рихтер, 2009
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