9 acessos
Words don’t mean a thing.
Death spreads its wings.
Can you feel the sad?
There’s no coming back.
Anger hate and pain,
People go insane,
End is coming soon -
That’s the hands of doom.
Battlefields won’t miss,
They will give you a kiss
Tears drop from eyes
Mother screaming, Christ!
Anger hate and pain,
People go insane,
End is coming soon -
That’s the hands of doom.
Burning funerals, don’t you hear the bell?
Truly murders, it seems like living hell.
Hear the frightens, hear the bombs.
No more mercy, machinegun-rules are there.
Don’t you hurry, bullets will take care.
Feel the anger, feel the pain.
Anger hate and pain,
People go insane,
End is coming soon -
That’s the hands of doom.