Each man can make their difference in life (if someone would even try) for.
Each of us lies rotting dead.
Our ideas will never die.
One man can start this fire.
A second can feed the flames.
All of the rest can foreward the line- let bourgeois culture burn itself alive.
give it to them.
Together as one... What we have is more then it takes to prosecute the enemy in time.
The passimism breeds and the nihilism feeds off the apathy we're fed.
throughout our lives
What chance to fight to gether?
What chance to tear this worl apart?
Power's drived in numbers and numbers are what we have.
Yet you complain and choose to abstain.
When we could be fighting back
vultures will encircle with propaganda streams.
Laying the bait and plotting the course as our human spirits die of thirst.
This is why we're living- for spirits.
life and blood
And as sure as the sun will bury.
The night - we will feed our appetite.
Each life's a sharpened blade.
But we're hammered dull till
nothing is left- and fed on bread and circuses to death.
To climb up off your knees and fight for something real... Out into the streets of ruined cities
They will come.
The band of their existence fueled on battles that they soon will win with colors running black and red on hope for future days.
A call forever heard... Vae victis!
Zajímavosti o písni
- Doprovodné vokály v této písni zpívá zpěvák Maurizio Iacono ze skupiny Kataklysm. (JudasMaiden)