Never did I find a nest for my soul
We have made all the bans we imposed
We have thrown
On ourselves
In memory's manner

The weakended will
Raise their heads
To mellow their somber faces
This day you will
Be in your camp
In the streets of your people

You are at
The summit of the honored
Decorate yourselves

Losowe piosenki:
Panis Angelicus
Twist And Shout
Bleed American
Los Cuentos Que Yo Cuento
Driving In The Rain
Life Is Hard
One Is The Magic #
Empty Hands
Have A Little Faith In Me