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• Artiste: Mirzadeh
• Titre: Precious Death
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Battlefield and the moon is shining bright Warriors fighting for their homes keeping those behind cold answers too an every spears, answers to an arrows 'Till the morningsun cries it's first of tears And sees only sorrow We thought our resistance Is enough for those men so poor but we lost our village And everything we were fighting for Revenge? Anger strikes straight through their thoughts And bitterness fills all their hearts Seeking for the enemy from woods Boiling of their blood starts Fire burning bright from their rage blood flows all over misery's stage Ah, god of thunder won't give their faith Watches the growing of seed of hate Fire burning bright from rage Blood's all over Raindrops hit their skins With water the blood is thin Tomorrow they're under the stones Nothing left but rotting flesh and bones This is reason and consequence No place for pity Honours leaves shall scatter On fields of fathers