Genocide کے بول

Genocide Genocide far from here deflagration hits the sky mankind fixed... too late the execution's breath hunts present away sweeping the creation with the back of his hand our dying groans implode through the lamentations collapse a provoked silence persist the doubtful silence of the human remains powerfull intrusion of the viction our own sphere degeneration of the populations desintegrate all of the nations darkness descends on the earth as we lost our paradise «What should be next we are about to die on our feet each war strikes men and they laugh it is time to rise» slavery misery upon those violent acts closed window lies