Paroles de Time Heals Nothing

Martyrs of the world A bleeding nation weep Decades have come to pass But scars remain unhealed The blood on their hands Will wash ours clean As we strive for dominance And our sacred dream Terror awakens Death walks among our midst Resistance fuel hatred And must be crushed beneath an iron fist Do unto others As they've done to us The world must bleed As we have bled Sins of the past Will keep our cause alive And as the world try to forget