Fire crawl up their walls
After all bodies will silently fall
No one walks the dead turf
No one walks behind
Rise above
No one walks the burning dead turf
Blood and flesh scorched electric
Sons all burned, still burning
On the south of celestial palace
And beyond the doors of the...
Rise above
Scorched by time but still burning
After a life, so pure the awakening
Everybody newborn with a gift
And freedom of grow as slave
We are free
To be enslaved
Pleasures of blood red tyrants
Every season in the boiling abyss
Sorched by time but still burning
After a life, so pure the awakening
Electric flood
Tear down the wall
c

SUBMIT CORRECTIONS