Start the throbbing anthem,
firm they raise their hands,
stretching out the arms, their pride increases.
They know your´re going to die,
how and date.
Flying closer, like a seagull, pause and count.
Drops of sweat and tears that fell on those slaughtered dawns.
You see, blood flooded their scared faces,
They laugh, too mad, add those slaughtered dawn.
Burned and piled, corpses and bones kept inlaid.
While the sicks are mutilated the nation goes on in progress.
To pose, lie lean, vow, threat, bribe, steal, pride,
slain, gain, rape, kill, risk, judge, false, grip, loathe,
yearn, tame, cult, crimes and wars.
For how long can mankind fall?
terror as control.
The face of death dresses in glory,
bragging of misery
In the cruel and terrible time in which our generation
has been condemned to live on this earth.
we must never make peace with evil.
We must never become indifferent to others or undemanding of ourselves.
Not afraid of them,
fuck goverments.
I´m not scared of you,
overcome.
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