Текст песни Exmortem - The Revolutionary Soul
Exmortem - The Revolutionary Soul слова песни
I have seen the valleys of deathWhere weeping flowers growUgly streams of grey soulsAre marching towards the pyreNow blasphemic bellsAre ringing in your headWe have made a weapon of hatredTo slay the stagnant powersTo reach the land of utopiaWhere creative chaos reignsNow blasphemic bellsAre ringing in your headWicked demons on the ringsideThe challenger has cut his chainsWe are aiming through the fogDigging a deeper holeBut we shall rise from the pyreLike a disaster from belowWe have made a weapon of hatredTo slay the stagnant powersTo reach the land of utopiaWhere creative chaos reignsSo cast yourself into the flamesLick the powers of the burning planetIt is the reawakeningOf the revolutionary soul