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

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