Singer: Seven thousand

Who can think, the enemy, war is war.
No one wants to be crazy and die
And if we're disarmed, only we wine -
We were not able to sit quietly or just keep quiet...

Drops of tears, sounds, phrases, heartbeat through the cold dead winters
Let him live it in us, until want.
Until then, until the pain long echo of the years in the hearts wakes sadness,
Will carry before him like a candle through the night, I'll be back...

There is no turning back, this battle is lost, the die is cast, the choice fell.
And the last way is probably to forget, forgive, leave.
But the fire in his chest blazed a script of words that again,
Believing that I will be able to fix it.

Continues running chariot, with a hope of taking.
Gray dust days covered by powder all about the dream.

I am a bone in the throat of all as long as alive
Tell me will remain forever, no one asking
As the middle finger, forever lifted up
From all adversity in the balance, but against all
But against all

I binned the fight with a soulless creature.
Not believing himself, fade with each passing day.

Again we have before us an endless path,
The path length in the sky

I am spoiled all that played all the time, not caring about the what is ahead. Drank his soul as wine and absolutely not thinking, is there a bottom in this vessel.
What shall I say? Where to find solace?
By rejecting all and slyvia a loner, I was too proud to ask for forgiveness.
After that is: only the bold points.
I ruined everything I was playing all the time without worrying about what will happen next.
Drank my soul like wine and absolutely no thought is there a bottom in this vessel.
What can I say? Where to look for consolation?
Renouncing all and slyvia a loner, I was too proud to ask for forgiveness.
After that goes: only the bold points...