March Of The Innocent Lyrics

	作曲 : Becker, Boltendahl ...
	Wooden walls around my mind
	My soul has left memories behind
	We walk around like ghosts
	Like puppets on a string of despair
	As bells toll - a call for the chosen ones
	Outside the window I see loaded guns
	The caravan of dying flowers
	Moving to the showers
	Moving through doors of steel
	Black flowers in cities of death
	Where sun turns to grey
	And love fades away
	It's the march of the innocent
	It's the march of the innocent
	Prayers don't find
	The right words to help
	Speechless they move through
	Thousands of tears
	Touching the head of a child who cries
	Defending the fear of those who will die
	Through fire we walk no chance to survive
	The army of terror steal our lives
	Now faith is the substance
	Of things we hope for
	We're starting the journey
	To heaven's door
	Black flowers in cities of death
	Where sun turns to grey
	And love fades away
	It's the march of the innocent
	It's the march of the innocent
	It's the march of the innocent
	It's the march of the innocent

	zuo qu : Becker, Boltendahl ...
	Wooden walls around my mind
	My soul has left memories behind
	We walk around like ghosts
	Like puppets on a string of despair
	As bells toll a call for the chosen ones
	Outside the window I see loaded guns
	The caravan of dying flowers
	Moving to the showers
	Moving through doors of steel
	Black flowers in cities of death
	Where sun turns to grey
	And love fades away
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent
	Prayers don' t find
	The right words to help
	Speechless they move through
	Thousands of tears
	Touching the head of a child who cries
	Defending the fear of those who will die
	Through fire we walk no chance to survive
	The army of terror steal our lives
	Now faith is the substance
	Of things we hope for
	We' re starting the journey
	To heaven' s door
	Black flowers in cities of death
	Where sun turns to grey
	And love fades away
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent

	zuò qǔ : Becker, Boltendahl ...
	Wooden walls around my mind
	My soul has left memories behind
	We walk around like ghosts
	Like puppets on a string of despair
	As bells toll a call for the chosen ones
	Outside the window I see loaded guns
	The caravan of dying flowers
	Moving to the showers
	Moving through doors of steel
	Black flowers in cities of death
	Where sun turns to grey
	And love fades away
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent
	Prayers don' t find
	The right words to help
	Speechless they move through
	Thousands of tears
	Touching the head of a child who cries
	Defending the fear of those who will die
	Through fire we walk no chance to survive
	The army of terror steal our lives
	Now faith is the substance
	Of things we hope for
	We' re starting the journey
	To heaven' s door
	Black flowers in cities of death
	Where sun turns to grey
	And love fades away
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent
	It' s the march of the innocent

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