Lyrics

Se il volere tuo è questo Lotteremo, male no, non vicerà Inside we all should know That saints don't care They'll send the infantry To fight our wars March on Just follow me Carry on The Lord will be Leading the fight Be at your side Design Refine The ancient art of war Dismember what stands in our way Define, the olden art once more Inside we all should know That saints don't die They stay far from the heat Won't burn their hands March on All blessed by me Carry on The lord will be Leading the fight The guiding light Design Refine The ancient art of war Dismember what stands in our way Define, the olden art once more You took away our sons Used them to satisfy Your sick needs for power Infected with your lies They followed your commands And plunged into darkness Many will fall But who cares after all Feed our sickening desires Fire! Children will die Innocence, bombed with lies Pull the trigger and fire Liar! Blind greed won't last Ma lottando troveremo la tua luce Che ci salverà Inside we all should know That saints don't cry We can't deny Cannot stop this machine, driven by us all No more Can't predict the outcome for these massive flaws Take this chance, grasp the last straw Change the errors one by one March on Just follow me Carry on The lord will be Leading the fight Be at your side Design Refine The ancient art of war Dismember what stands in our way Refine, the olden art once more Bastards Liars Retire Resign, it's not worth dying for
Writer(s): Markus Hj Mark Jansen, Marcela A Bovio Garcia, Laura Macri', Jacobus C A H Jack Driessen, Frank F W A Schiphorst, Roeland P Roel Kaller Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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