Текст песни 413

Dressed in gothic sorrow

I watch them slowly pass

Wearing years of torment

Like vestments to a mass

Wretched Land, hell on earth

It's people bowed in shame

Relentless years of grooming

Have seared them like a flame

Three hours till destruction

The speakers blared on high

They'll be a huge reduction

Three hours till we die

No protest lines

No threatening crowds

Their doom would be unseen

Liquidation

413Bang - 413 - http://ru.motolyrics.com/bang/413-lyrics.html

Trembling faces

Wild eyes and fearful stares

Little eyes were crying

And weeping filled the air

Escape was not an option

But some still chose to fight

Without a chance of victory

The slaughter took all night

Three hours till destruction

The speakers blared on high

They'll be a huge reduction

Three hours till we die

No protest lines

No threatening crowds

Their doom would be unseen

Liquidation 413