Hey you a puppet - who pull you threads
Hey you the slave - who chain you in shackles
Hey you the believer - who impose you belief
Hey you the soldier - who force you to kill
The fiery storm sows ashes in a fit of temper
Tormently the earth, burning down in a fever
That the good or bad was made by mankind
We only shake prodecaying crops of war
ОБНОВЛЕНИЕ: На страницах авторов появились их плейлисты, на странице регистрации теперь есть каптча - защита от ботов