Sons Of Seasons - Casus Belli II: Necrologue To The Unborn

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How can we all believe that times are changing
As long as genocide’s a policy?
Remains of battlefields, of troops they’ve sent in
Justification of democracy
The face of desolation
Breaks the spine of morality
Rain falls on seeds of sorrow
A broken mind’s soft elegy
Seems there is no time to borrow
Chances die where children don’t dream
Conceptions of the world are shattered pieces
The broadcast’s random stitches on human brains
The breaking news change with the flow of seasons
Time kills the names of all of devils and saints
The face of desolation
Breaks the spine of morality
Rain falls on seeds of sorrow
A broken mind’s soft elegy
Seems there is no time to borrow
Chances die where children don’t dream
And bullets corrupt the mind
Rain falls on seeds of sorrow
A broken mind’s soft elegy
Seems there is no time to borrow
Chances die where children don’t dream