The Aftermath

The Aftermath
Leaving the year 2000
Walk a bit close to the end
Watch me right into my eyes
No chance for me nor for us
Claim to rule
Dictator Reign in fear
Death to pigs
Generate-Tears of blood
Stay crying for the good times
Promised by the leaders
Now they're vanished before me
Flesh of men is food for gods
Pour tout le sang du monde
Par vos sabres vers頁s you reach the threshold
Of this new millenium
Fields of ashes
Sands of time
Try to fight the strong to make
Change this state of things...