Soil still cries
Blood red teardrops
Rain and rust combined in a quiet flow of blurred souvenirs
The mirror of madness
The taste of insanity
We live a permanent dusk
Everyday is a funeral journey
The lined white crosses are landscapes
Trenches are playgrounds
Bunkers are cabines
Now the death is silent but life tails to tear the silence out of the air
Few lost souls roam over this green shroud
Drunk on wooded perfumes
The modest nature closes up on this sick animal called human
No one wins
Serenity is just the surface
Pain is everywhere else
No peace for the d***ed
No salvation for the land of all war
Blood red teardrops
Rain and rust combined in a quiet flow of blurred souvenirs
The mirror of madness
The taste of insanity
We live a permanent dusk
Everyday is a funeral journey
The lined white crosses are landscapes
Trenches are playgrounds
Bunkers are cabines
Now the death is silent but life tails to tear the silence out of the air
Few lost souls roam over this green shroud
Drunk on wooded perfumes
The modest nature closes up on this sick animal called human
No one wins
Serenity is just the surface
Pain is everywhere else
No peace for the d***ed
No salvation for the land of all war