Lyrics

Every second I hate the sorrow Here today and gone tomorrow Burning horizon lights up the sky Thousand of impacts interrupt the cry Bomb release Hail of death We are beneath Torn to pieces Martial rage is going on Armament predominates History never makes a turn The endless fuse is still burn There is something in the air The silence before the storm It's so peaceful who am I In the center of the blast Threat, threat of war Hail, hail of death, blow to pieces Clockwork, clockwork bomb