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- "The Damned Land"
Again you give to hopes life
At birth they will be slain
Forgive that I have late noticed
We almost burn in chains
Feelings just die, falling down
Black ulcer in my tonque
I ask give me chance to understand
Where I was fucking wrong
[Chorus: All of us here it, but we can't believe it
That go our moment to end
All we exist on the fucking dead planet
There is a god damned land
All our dreams born dead in the garbage
Why we must always to kill
Destruction the world you do by your hands
What fucking now you can feel?]
All of you are so powerless
You hide in the rotten corpse
You will stay in this shit to the end
Can't decide that thing for you worse
Dirty Rats - your new fucking nation
The respect is equal to fear
Now look at my world
Nothing remains, except tears!
[Chorus]
Dream within
But i have the truth
See that he will tell
Having looked at you
You feel this god damned force
But world don't be a smarter
I smile for a last time
You are fucking son of a bitch!
[Chorus]