| Mortify | |
| Mortify | |
| What we`d learned in the years of brutality | |
| Where the flowers are growing on bloody sand - we`re walking on | |
| Where the lover is killing by goverment - we`re perish of | |
| In this world where`s only behind facade | |
| Lies and words of contempt and hate | |
| We are ready to kill | |
| We are ready to kill | |
| Flying away | |
| Obsessed by the madness that I could escape | |
| Flying away | |
| Flying away | |
| Obsessed by the madness only others must pay | |
| Flying away | |
| But what can we do if there is in the space | |
| Only the earth as a mankinds place | |
| What can we do | |
| What can we do |