HELL KNOWS OUR NAMES
And even if we lose this game
The results will be the same
We'll burn like motes in candle flame
We'll learn that hell knows all our names
And we hide our pain
In the silver chains
We fall with the rain
Brought here by the hurricane
And as we're heading for tomorrow
We forget about our glory
And we don't feel even sorry
That's the end of this sad story
So we've never won this game
Since the great depression came
No more reasons no more aims
Remember, hell still knows our names
We are in the blackest list
In the queue to the Great Beast
We must taste his bitter kiss
Turn our torture to his bliss
Hell knows our names
He will never forget
In the silent emptiness
Satisfied and glad
Hell Knows Our Names
© Copyright: Рен Тажеев, 2009
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