Sons of seasons - Casus Belli II - Necrologue To The Unborn

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

CHORUS:
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

CHORUS:
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

solo.

And bullets corrupt the mind

CHORUS:
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