Harg Wrath - Children of Madness | Текст песни

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Skies of grey, the sun of pale are covered by the yellow smoke
On the right you'll see a dump; on the left is trying construction
If you look in front of your nose, you will find exhausted oaks
And the iconostasis is made of forms of tax deduction

Night is dark
But day's much worse
Yeah, night is dark
But day's much...

There are six billions of guilty men

The bale-fire's burning and children are dancing around
Children of madness are exulting, as their own house
Is burning away and the ashes are hiding the sun
Can you see them breaking the flute of Pan?

Boots are made of rubber, instead of arm is prothesis
People living in muggy flats hold beasts in rusty cages
Pretty mugs and crooked fingers, metal glares of teeth
This girl can't be expesive as she has the famous AIDS

Night is dark
But day's much worse
Yeah, night is dark
But day's much...

There are six billions of guilty men

The bale-fire's burning and children are dancing around
Children of madness are exulting, as their own house
Is burning away and the ashes are hiding the sun
Can you see them breaking the flute of Pan?

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