[Verse 1] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
Cry above a nameless grave But all that's there is motionless Angels sob with vermin's fangs A funeral dirge drifts slowly by Puppets they who come and
Rebel Funeral March by USER from Hegemonic www.user.us © 2002 This war machine cannot be seen by your or me Deep inside your mother's womb a fire burns
We live we die we suffer and we cry we mourn we grive we die for our belief we pray to god and beg for our forgiveness Jesus play me your dead march play
I've watched you from a distance but never spoken a word I have seen every flaw your try to hide from the world I sit silent in shadows watching the paths
Cringing at the thought of dealing with your loss With each new day leading to more devastation Waiting for the call "I'm sorry...he's gone" All that
Elle est plus triste que celle de Frederic Chopin. On l'entend pas dans les eglises, l'dimanche matin. Sa voix est lancinante comme celle d'un nouveau
[Verse 1:] Focus of an orchestra, dozen black roses Energy of rock group, symphony's explosive Half the appetite, that's the sacrifice That's the path
Throughout the history of mankind Millions have lost their lives On the fields of combat For mans quest of supremacy Countless battles commence Vicious
Μετάφραση: Φράξια Κεντρική. Πένθιμο εμβατήριο.
Μετάφραση: Κακόβουλες Δημιουργίας. Πένθιμο εμβατήριο.
Μετάφραση: Αυτοκτονία Commando. Πένθιμο εμβατήριο.
Μετάφραση: Πρησμένα μέλη. Πένθιμο εμβατήριο.
Μετάφραση: Tsol. Πένθιμο εμβατήριο.
Μετάφραση: Χρήστης. Rebel πένθιμο εμβατήριο.
: I've watched you from a distance but never spoken a word I have seen every flaw your try to hide from the world I sit silent in shadows watching the
