Dawn of Days
No one will be spared
No one will hear you cry
No glory and fame
Just roses and tears
Coldblooded veins
Thorns spread around the floor
Can you hear?
We're deaf again
You can't shut us down
It's the dawn of days
In the speed of sound
The bitter end
We won't be missed
In the dawn of days
Collective despair
A racing heart
No air to breathe
But we have been hurt before
Destructive
Corrupted
Inhale
Grieve
Autor(es): Enrico Pungilli Minelli
