land Souls are gone - in the unknown graves, who brings them back from the days? Left in the past with other braves - fought for us, against fear, the machines
Prevod: Dickinson, Bruce. Men Machine.
Prevod: 0 Men. Pralni stroj Of My Heart.
Machine men, cannibals of rust Machine men, iron bites the dust Machine men, built with feet of clay Are coming to take you all away Machine men,
Trapped inside his mind Dying spirit cries shackled inside the dead man The fallen angels try to fly - looking for Brothers and sisters from their sanctuaries
There's no angels to save the soul of despair Her heart's getting cold. The world is unfair And there is no one who cares On the final day she will pay
free land Souls are gone - in the unknown graves, who brings them back from the days? Left in the past with other braves - fought for us, against fear, the machines
Night has fallen killing joy and light The doors are locked keeping the fear inside Apprentices preparing for a bedtime story Saying their prayers, making
She's standing at the gates with a one way ticket to the other side, Empty gaze in her eyes. No kiss goodbye at all. A suitcase full of memories of the
The massacre of angels in heaven has begun The black clouds are moving, covering the sun Screaming and torture as an echo in the wind Satan has his lust
Lost in the crush under the rain Alone in this world unknown Looking for a way back home trying to forget this pain - drifted too far away, boat's too
I see the real world Covered with ashes and sorrow I fall into decay There is no hope for a better tomorrow Here I am, again they feed Me to the poison
My last sunrise, no more sunsets for me I can bury my good heart with relief, I'm free I can smile, taste the tear drop from my eye Waiting for the breath
Suddenly from the light of life to the darkness, swallowing pride and joy On the wave of my thoughts sailing lost and cold - this lonely boy Sinking
You'll sell your soul just for nothing The Angels can not save you You rise from the dust And try to save the world Like wings upon your back you fly
Death is not your friend God doesn't know you at all You will prove the end of creation From the brightness to dust Oceans and lakes will dry out Then
Rotten mind Corroding spine Slave of the crime Endless shame Anger and pain Inner flame dying down day by day Satan laughs when she prays His minions
