Trail Of Pestilence — текст песни (Saint Vitus)

Hey there brothers
the time is near
you wouldn`t listen
now it`s too clear
power madmen
screwed our world
now we suffer
for their thrills

They made our planet
a bloody waste
something sour
is all we taste
poison clouds
in ruptured skies
they enjoy progress
while your children die

We let it happen
we sealed our fate
we`re thinking twice, now
but it`s too late
burning bodies
with eyes that glow
distorted vision
of a life we`ve known