This is a time for the dead to run behind their souls And to hope to belong to the black sheep list Instinct has pushed them away from their crystal grave And now, they're invading the city screaming :
" On riot, friends, we're the states killers"
So I wish, and I swear I’d die for this as they did if the lights of "reason" didn't lead their way .. And I hear the tears of desperation when they reclaim their sentence once more
ONLY HATE AND ROCK TO STAND UP And rage to lead our lives screaming "on riot, states killers"
Revolt is controlled with a name laid down on each desire, transplanted 40 times the pain
And the dead, one step eternally inside, Don't fight anymore to live but to get access to a death worthy of that name .. Threat and retreat, the same which were pronounced with a delay .. We'll never be a flag !
ONLY HATE AND ROCK TO STAND UP And rage to lead our lives screaming "on riot, states killers"