Traducció: El Rapte. Els fantasmes del nostre temps.
[Instrumental]
days on this barren land The beauty of life as I dreamt it Well I can't tell you how much I missed you Biding my time for our rapture in Wonderland I
Patriots and warfare, demonstrating arrogance Superior armies waiting for their final call to arms Winds of mayhem choirs for the final pestilence A gospel rapture
, To the icons of our time, Humility and torture in decline: An Eye for an Eye. If you're not with us you're a ghost. An Eye for an Eye. If you'
and Warfare Demonstrating arrogance Superior armys waiting for their final call to arms Winds of mayhem choirs for the final pestilence A gospel rapture
toys, To the icons of our time, Humility and torture in decline: An Eye for an Eye. If you're not with us you're a ghost. An Eye for an Eye. If
Patriots and Warfare Demonstrating arrogance Superior armys waiting for their final call to arms Winds of mayhem choirs for the final pestilence A gospel rapture
my heart I'm the one in the chamber Known as the ghost in the dark They call me cast wit a body snatcha ghost in the darkness Trained to be heartless and be release my rapture
