Ain't our history full of truth?
You don't have to live this way
We've never seen a single day
Of foreign tongues
That got us wrong, folks
Until we crossed your path
We'll make you strong
Though faith needs blood
A thousand years
Of gold thrown at your feet
So they just turned our idols into freaks
Ain't that the fury of demons wearing shoes
But I got you my Bloodroot
You'll be with me in every battle
As long as I fly with you
Run in the wind under the rim of the moon
My cheeks painted in red
A sign of my own war

INVIA LE CORREZIONI