Tribute — текст песни (Raised Fist)

To this point in life we`ve had no experience
And it feels like we`re smashed beyond recognition
Bleak sections of thoughts a contrast to my hope
This is a form of tribute to the world you`re digging in

I see my enemy, not a good comunity.

Separated by filthy worms we`re getting smaller and smaller
And isolated as we`re following the pilgrim path
Fields and narrow walleyes lays upon us with hate
You`re the cream of my dream and nothing can come between.

I see my enemy, not a good comunity.

Only death can come between us and the heavenly earth.
Only death can come between us and the heavenly earth.

To this point in life we`ve had no experience
And it feels like we`re smashed beyond recognition
Bleak sections of thoughts a contrast to my hope
This is a form of tribute to the world you`re digging in

I see my enemy, not a good comunity.