Мастер (Maniac party) - 1994 - Screams of pain | Текст песни

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• Screams of pain

Welcome to the valleys
Of the slaughter-land
They S.O.S.
And are down on your breast
You can see the window
Glass and cigarettes.
And die again
What the others say of that
Like in a horror movie
Beasts are to reside
All around us are moving
The creatures of the night
Who can tell me
What is going on
I can't feel the air
Living on my own
All I hear is screams of pain
And it's driving me insane.
Fire on the city,
Order is abused
In the art of living
The war is at the door
All the towns and cities
Are consumed in flames
And all the dying again
Are waiting for the fate
Radio is ready
We can't get the news
No more consolation
For fuckers or fools
Running through the city
Bolters every day
Oh devil sucks
There's no fucking way
All I hear is creams of pain
And it's driving me Insane.
SLAUGHTERS! SLAUGHTERS!
And it's driving me insane.
Now we gonna finish
Plead that they were dead
Only worse with minutes
People running mad
Waiting for revival
All become insane
There is no one
To defend us from the dead
None to get away with
Save your own life
It is you that agreed on
To stand or survive
Living through the slaughter
Just a day or so
Well fight for your life
Or they'll wait no more
All I hear is screams of pain
And it's driving me insane.
SLAUGHTERS! SLAUGHTERS!
And it's driving me insane.

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