Paradise of Gehenna
People breathing the smoke of regret,
walking on the cobblestones of died grass,
beneath the burning sun they drink own sweat.
Along the street hear the mourn of the mass.;
This is what happened to the world of green,
People's vanity killed...
walking on the cobblestones of died grass,
beneath the burning sun they drink own sweat.
Along the street hear the mourn of the mass.;
This is what happened to the world of green,
People's vanity killed...