Hour Glass
History has stained, my name
the hour glass starts to crack
The rebels proclaim; enslave
we are losing time to go back
War is, the game
bloodshed is where we're at
Scent of flowers,...
the hour glass starts to crack
The rebels proclaim; enslave
we are losing time to go back
War is, the game
bloodshed is where we're at
Scent of flowers,...