Salem Fear Of The Future текст песни, слова песни Fear Of The Future Salem
Salem - Fear Of The Future
Rising out from the womb,
A black, looming figure.
The white, bloody sheets.
Her eyes, gripped with terror.
Our fate is so uncertain,
But still we bear the offspring.
How shall I face the future
In a world of hate and disease?
The blood inside is pure,
Sheltered by the womb,
Birth is stained with blood
That is no longer pure.
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