Слова:
Vnv Nation Praise The Fallen

: Have I no control, is my soul not mine? Am I not just man, destiny defined? Never to be ruled nor held to heel Not heaven or hell, just the land between

: Orders shouted in a strange guttural tongue that resounded along the walls of the houses, which seemed dead and deserted, while, behind the closed

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guide me well. To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled. On this day of our ascension, On this day we praise the fallen. Stand your ground, this is what

All around him points of light Start to dim and cease transmitting Shadows fell on futile games And then there was nothing more Through the screams of falling