Sons Of Seasons - Dead Man's Shadows текст песни

Brain-jamming ignorance reviving
While marching down streets we’ve seen once before
Into puddles of mud they’re diving
Flying like insects around a rotten core
Feed me from a dead tree
I see shadows of a dead man, he is rising again
Shame of this nation incited
The scum of the wastelands is strumming the old chords again
Raising their fists to the doctrines of hate
Verminous ideology
The leader is calling, resistance is falling
Small-mindedness spreading too fast
Feed me from a dead tree
Once we have supremacy we’re creating new divinity