We grown up with the wind
Our mother earth gives us stretch
To feel the second frozen in
Each of my passed breaths
We grown up with thousand skies
never-ending tempt gives us fear
to feel the suffer before dreams
Each of our chosen states of mind
Can you hear the wipe of mother earth?
She's tasting the coldest blood
She's sucking our fear of war
Can you hear the wipe say?
This wipe - say
We grown up with the sinners
Destroying sanctuaries walls
To feel the suffer closed in
Each of words stained with blood
Our mother earth gives us stretch
To feel the second frozen in
Each of my passed breaths
We grown up with thousand skies
never-ending tempt gives us fear
to feel the suffer before dreams
Each of our chosen states of mind
Can you hear the wipe of mother earth?
She's tasting the coldest blood
She's sucking our fear of war
Can you hear the wipe say?
This wipe - say
We grown up with the sinners
Destroying sanctuaries walls
To feel the suffer closed in
Each of words stained with blood