...For Everything to Be the Same
In aeternum - chains of misery, dirty ropes of pain
In aeternum - wheels of a stranger empire
on unexplained new lands.
Evermore - demise of deepest hopes
in spite of free thoughts.
Endlessly - rage blinding mankind's actions,
trying to flee but dragging pain.
Impares nascimur, pares morimur:
someone must die.
Everlasting and tragic-demise of deepest hopes
in spite of free thoughts.
Endlessly - rage blinding mankind's actions...
Don't exhale this new breath,
spit out this bitter blood!
Don't let your hand become a tool
belonging to the infamous soil.
Don't exhale this new breath,
spit out this bitter blood!
Your hands were made to create,
to hold a sword and react:
mors omnia solvit!
Someone must die for this to end.