RUMOURS 歌词

There will be wars and rumours of war, In this dread, dread, dread, dreadful land There will be people killing people There will be famine, famine, famine and starvation... You better hear me when I say Brethren watch and pray Because that day Is not so far away from judgement day comes When there will be wailing Children screaming and grown men crying I see the mother, they bawl for their daughters Why cause their daughters, they are only young children Bearing young children! Bearing young children! You see they've lost the respect For their grandparents children