There is silence;
It is treasured most above the world and in space,
It is an arcane ghost.
Recognize it's gorgeous face,
Untouched by those
Who have befallen to the hands of hatred.
Welcome to the Tombs of the Thracians.
Barbaric accords and struggle aboard,
"Oh Blasphemy! We cry
And it's a blunder undoing this world.
Standing higher than the mountains
Surrounding our decaying gates
We stay true to our cause
Like the few and honorable
Would have done to us in this world.
There is silence;
It is treasured most above the world and in space,
It is an arcane ghost.
Recognize it's gorgeous face,
Untouched by those
Who have befallen to the hands of hatred.
Walking down the city's streets
We collaborate with words of revolution,
And not without the words to;
The strength to talk in gold.
Cherish what's ours to come,
Fight for this struggle won,
And breathe for a united one,
As we change the world.
Cherish what's ours to come,
Fight for this struggle won,
And breathe for a united one,
Cherishing the Lost assort to the faces that I loathe.
Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.comCherish what's ours to come,
Fight for the struggle won
As we change this world without one gun.