a complex thing Sometimes so beatiful, other times so vain We've built an Empire the blood is on our hands Genocide and the chains that bind The consequences
complex thing Sometimes so beautiful, other times so vain We've built an empire, the blood is on our hands Genocide and the chains that bind The consequence
Fordítás: Iced Earth. Következmények.
Erratic tendencies, a troubled mind Chorus: I will create in my own image If God can then why can't I? No thought of the consequences I've got to know
,000 years of pain The human thirst for dominance Leads them to Setian ground The gravest of all threats now exists All galaxies could suffer Imagine the consequence
