Текст песни
So many years my Motherland cries.
So many noisy crows are flying.
Loneliness, hate, desperation, disguise
And anger has enslaved the mind.
Faint-hearted people kneel down to pray.
Money and fame are new idols.
Ancient relics covered by ash.
Who writes our destiny's pages?
The stars behind me are shining bright
And falling from the sky.
The sun will not rise. We know is not right
Sins brought their souls to die.
Sun will warm their hearts and faces, soothing their inflamed mind
And all the enigmas fall behind.
When we come in this world, we are searching for a sense.
We are finding an answer or losing a chance.
Soul will pass through the thorns in the name of the good.
It will be clear as the dawn in the forest.
So many souls are fooling by lies.
Who will be the novel's savior?
So many fates are collapsing with cries.
Power in the hands of a slayer.
How are we finding our conscience now?
the Temple of the Lost Truth is empty.
How do we break this vicious circle, oh how?
Who'll turn this life into peace?
The stars behind me are shining bright
And falling from the sky.
The sun will not rise. We know is not right
Sins brought their souls to die.
Sun will warm their hearts and faces, soothing their inflamed mind
And all the enigmas fall behind.
When we come in this world, we are searching for a sense.
We are finding an answer or losing a chance.
Soul will pass through the thorns in the name of the good.
It will be clear as the dawn in the forest.
