Alba s touto skladbou:
Riders of the Plague,
There is an aftertaste to celebrate
In the Swings of my suicide or the line I will draw by myself
Within the grasp, fictitious pasts and all my doubts
How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides
How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides
The loss of the heart becomes unbearable
And a vanishing point becomes intact
So when a six foot drop is my best
I will expect nothing less than a soldiers death
How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides
There is an aftertaste to celebrate
In the swings of suicide or the lines I've drawn
At last for redemption
And finally for my forgiveness
In the end this bitterness bends
Simply incased in my withered hands
How can you see through the shadows
With the blinding light burning in your eyes
So where will all of you be
When the killing fields are cleared and the world divides
