4 acessos
Understanding is coming too late
when the air is full of red haze
and noone can take dead from the floor
There's no words, no feelings
Noone can stop the pain
Wounds won't be healed
Noone can hide the scars
Dead will be those who will be alive
There's no light of hope
Execution of humanity
Lost in odium
Now they know
that they lost everything
that dilapidation won't be repaired
Child cries
Love dies
Dogs yelps
Madmans laughs