翻訳: 先祖. Urri.
hand And we struggle through our lives Though the generations wander, the lineage survives And all of us, from dust to dust We all become forefathers
to hand And we struggle through our lives Though the generations wander The lineage survives And all of us From dust to dust We all become forefathers
翻訳: フォーゲルバーグ、ダン. 祖先.
What makes us human? Is it out ability to create or our ability to destroy? To whom much is given, much is expected. To trust the corrupt is to swallow
We were seeded By a mother culture Children of genius That have stalled into ignorance. The writings on the wall Spell out a surprising past. We
We never would have thought that we were dead. We were torn limb from limb. Let this be known as our battle-hymn. Our spirits rise from our shattered
To our forefathers with love Thanks for tearing the world apart. Primitive minds are left terrified. Strife, confinement, and the pursuit of lucidness
Harvest the cancer, fill the sphere to the brim. It's overflowing with the thought of another. Don't fall out of line, you may find yourself floating
For the toll of the road, It's something fabricated, one writer. Whether right, or whether wrong, We are both who we don't want to see And the same.
You gave birth to a deaf generation Visual talent is the new sensation The trade in value of soul has dropped to all time low Plastic molds are the new
