Текст песни Exile

The long line of loosers
move slowly across the dusty road
carrying over their shoulders
the sorrow of a thousand years

What is our unforgivable sin?
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their empty hands and bitter hearts
up to the sky

like dead beings they still sail
and the sea is their blood
and the sand is their flesh
forgotten