Текст песни David Galas - The Final Solution

From the deep ocean concealed through our time. A million more miles we'll walk through the pines. Drowning in waters, the years of our age. Languidly drifting through dark bitter days. The echo's of war and the decades of waste. Crumbling cities like cracks in your face. We count all the stars laying stones to the ground. Plutonium choir as the heavens fall down. Reach for the answers revealed in our lies. The city of Angels and burning red skies. The last hopes of men lies here crumbled in dust. And all that has happened and all that's to come. All that we are is just time left undone. Ashes of tyranny the spoils of your death. The waging of bombs, black clouds in the west. Sing to our victory the shame of defeat. We slighter the cattle, leave guns at our feet. Walk through the cities, the cold silent air. Autumn moon rising, its slow piercing stare. The flags are unfurled and the gathering begins, bleak days of September like leaves in the wind. Marching down through the old broken streets. The gunfire sound comforts me while I sleep. There is no derision, no way that I see. The tanks held position, the snow covers me. Quietly taking your cover in the trees.