Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Rainwar, artist - Darktribe. Album song The Modern Age, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Record label: Scarlet
Song language: English
Rainwar |
Living the same loneliness, living the same exodus ride |
No one can see but it’s too late, putting the war inside our mind |
Trying to help and save them and you can see their rage inside |
You’d like release their children, is there a fight under the night, it’s right! |
Screaming, frightening, like a big storm |
Air raid is burning all your love |
When they fall when they’re tired, where the freedom is so sad |
They will fight anywhere with no more friends at their side |
Like warriors, riding a nightmare, they live under raintime |
When they come to the night remember what thing you said |
They will give no more chance, no more way out, no more aid |
Their way of life! |
With no regrets now, they fight under raintime |
…Chase'up a better wisdom, never find today |
Let it go, man realises the thing he would like to be |
Changing from a mass destruction to create a reality |
Where children are all warriors and destroy everything we need |
Here they are burning their chest, chasing the light in a stormy night |
The only step to find rest, armed with their guns in a single file |
Here they are sending madness, here their illusion stop the time |
You want to sell your willingness but your evil can’t serve the final line |
Screaming, frightening, like a big storm |
Air raid is burning all your love |
When they fall when they’re tired, where the freedom is so sad |
They will fight anywhere with no more friends at their side |
Like warriors, riding a nightmare, they live under raintime |
When they come to the night remember what thing you said |
They will give no more chance, no more way out, no more aid |
Their way of life! |
With no regrets now, they fight under raintime |
They’re not heroes, they’re not enemies, look their future insanity |
Few of them saved from war armies, bring their soul to normality |
Little bodies on the floor, but the war doesn’t stop anymore |
Poor boy, you’re wearing death, in your arms… in your steps… |