Fire's coming down, hot winds blow smoke away Low screams of the survivors the innocent have paid Nobody knows what happened, light all they've seen People
Extreme aggressions From an extremely insane mind Resting unconscious Pushed up by white lines Inhuman violence I never thought it would come from this
This is a song in which I use to describe What I feel about people like you No sense for humanity, no idea about life This premise has been proved You
Don't try to tell us, what is right for us We don't give a fuck anyway Don't try to steal imagination from us Things we believe, we will never betray
Imperfection, new temptation Innocence will breed new life Disillusion, desperation Free my mind and let it rise Mass enslavement, brutal torment Tomorrow
Die slowly, you're dying from this contagious disease Once you're infected there's no hope of a cure Your passing is a sure thing Your thoughts are empty
Passing of perception unforseen reaction Staring out the window into the ice cold air Memories of summer causing my depression Through concentrated death
[M: Petrozza/Gosdzik/Fioretti/Reil u L: Petrozza u c Dark Wings] [I gave this song a new title since it is the first version of "Winter Martyium", only
Tradução: Kreator. Trauma.