Rain - The Aftermath | Текст песни

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• The Aftermath

Leaving the year 2000
Walk a bit close to the end
Look me right into my eyes
No chance for me not for us

Claim to rule
Dictator
Reign in fear
Death to pigs

Generate tears of blood

Stay crying for the good times
Promised by the leaders
Now they're vanished before me
Flesh of men is food for gods
Pour tout le sang du monde
Par vos sabres vers
As you reach the threshold
Of this new millenium

Fields of ashes
Sands of time
Try to fight the strong to make
Change this state of things...