TeodoliT - Creator or Destroyer (demo 2014) | Текст песни

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• Creator or Destroyer (demo 2014)

Souls are the random servants
Inside our rotting shells.
Reliable repository of the sins.

Gods were doomed to torments,
Turning Heaven into Hell.
They swapped all our grief for the fuckin' grins.

Is the soul creator or destroyer?
There is no telling... How can I tell?

CHORUS
Body is a prison for the human rage,
A temple of diseases, a refuge for revenge.
Nothing but repugnance and blood feud
People are creators of their destructive mood.

Death is revelation for the puny hearts,
Oasis for the wanderer, a prayer for the Gods.
Stony mask of apathy and wounded pride
But it's an unbearable pain inside...

Eternal sand storms
Are the resource of human bones.
Death valley for the warrior race.

Did our hands create that or destroy that?
I think I know - they reared this Hell.

Are the souls creators or destroyers?
There is no telling... How can I tell?

Ruins of the nation.
Ruins of the war.

Ruins of the nation.
Ruins of the war.

Ruins of the civilizations.
Debris of the human lives.

Ruins of the nations.
Debris is our price.

Ruins of the nation.
Ruins of the waaaar!

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