Stained With Red Songtext
von Glimmer Void
Stained With Red Songtext
Dust in the air
Unbearable heat
Dirt in the mouth
A scream into the silence
Wounds that cannot heal
Burnt wood
Violated earth
Vultures feasting on carcasses
That was our home once
And they′re hunting, hunting, hunting for our blood
And they're hunting, hunting, hunting for our treasures
And they′re hunting, hunting, hunting for our lands
And they're hunting, hunting, hunting for our souls
Before the setting sun
The blood paints everything in red
And I cannot wash it off
And become what I once was
Blood on the stolen tusks
A hole into the skull
The white ivory stained with red
And it turns black
If I cannot protect this
Then I guess I'll die trying
But not for green or gold
For freedom
For freedom
Papers in pockets
More precious than our lives
Laughter fills the room
As they drop fire and bombs
They′re the same ones
Hunting us down
Looking for another prize
Another trophy
For their walls
They′ll never have enough
But we'll rise again
We′ll rise again
Blood on the stolen tusks
A hole into the skull
The white ivory stained with red
And it turns black
If I cannot protect this
Then I guess I'll die trying
But not for green or gold
For freedom
For freedom
Unbearable heat
Dirt in the mouth
A scream into the silence
Wounds that cannot heal
Burnt wood
Violated earth
Vultures feasting on carcasses
That was our home once
And they′re hunting, hunting, hunting for our blood
And they're hunting, hunting, hunting for our treasures
And they′re hunting, hunting, hunting for our lands
And they're hunting, hunting, hunting for our souls
Before the setting sun
The blood paints everything in red
And I cannot wash it off
And become what I once was
Blood on the stolen tusks
A hole into the skull
The white ivory stained with red
And it turns black
If I cannot protect this
Then I guess I'll die trying
But not for green or gold
For freedom
For freedom
Papers in pockets
More precious than our lives
Laughter fills the room
As they drop fire and bombs
They′re the same ones
Hunting us down
Looking for another prize
Another trophy
For their walls
They′ll never have enough
But we'll rise again
We′ll rise again
Blood on the stolen tusks
A hole into the skull
The white ivory stained with red
And it turns black
If I cannot protect this
Then I guess I'll die trying
But not for green or gold
For freedom
For freedom
Writer(s): Francesco Vallerini, Luca Spezzati, Matteo Marchetti, Paolo Termine, Veronica Zanchi Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

