The Chain کے بول

Blown out like a candle can be Blowing slightly on its flame Dance on the floor, then came the blue All of them turn themselves back Now they can't, they must see Your soul standing and your stare Now what they're gonna do That fools' tribe? It was fated, but how many times We heard this song Faceless killers, nameless victims History's already full At the end of this chain All the tears and the grief There's a father, there's a mother Nothing else It was middle of autumn but we Had never felt so cold Not the wind of our hills Not the meaningless words of the priest Was an inner cold instead Colder than the ice Icy as a cold Store (you know) Rust on your drums, dust in your room They grow up as the days flow by The time won't change the question, it's Why, why, why? At the end of the chain The one lockin' this cage Where even love can fail Where the tears and questions fade There's a mother, there's a father But why?