Sailing Before The Wind - Futurist | Текст песни

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A pledge of the revolution which intersected in the spreading twilight.
Nobody can make it obscure.

The lie which the traitor told.
It changes to despair.
The world which I know some day will be burning.
What is required is to make a loud sound?
In order to wake the lambs which are sleeping.
Even if they do not notice,
the day will come.

This is judgment.
There is no room for condemnation.
Only the right to receive a crime is left behind to you.
And demise draws near.

Cut your throat and offer your blood to the ground.

The old man who lost eyes and had the tongue extracted asks forgiveness.
Even a saint does not understand the meaning.
As the place sees dawn, my flesh collapses.
As the place sees dawn, your flesh collapses.

Don't trust yourself.
You can do nothing and can create nothing.
You must continue remaining in this place.
Only left to die in a closed-minded world.

The old man who lost eyes and had the tongue extracted asks forgiveness.
Even a saint does not understand the meaning.
As the place sees dawn, my flesh collapses.
As the place sees dawn, your flesh collapses.
This is judgment
This is judgment all for you

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