Ann-Tennath - Conflict | Текст песни

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Oh silent serenity
beyond the core...
oh charming nature
reflects on my sword...

Here is the nice place to die
and to kill, real slaghter...
Warriors crushing each other,
and bleeding...really furious fight.

Here in this place
hammer smashes your face
for the honor of something you know not...
But you just feel like
you are giving a strike
to the visious darkness' horde...

Oh charming nature
reflects in lakes of blood.
Enjoin' the last hours
of life the forest grow...
victorious arrays'll
set it on fire...
What nature lived out
Human can't stand...

Here is the nice place to die
and to kill, real slaghter...
But all the living is wasted
by fire and suffered...

Here in this place
You must fight for the grace
and for caprice of someone you know not
Cannot he see
the only right meanin'
of life - is to make love, not war.

Brutal, stupid, insane
For the the gold, for land
Tendence of social life
leads to beginning of the end...

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