Woorden: Unearth. the March. Truth of Consequence.

We`ve bid our time
All patience claimed
Content with nothing
Our lives lived not in vain

Not in vain
It`s calling - It`s calling
I fear the hold as met is end

It`s truth or consequences
Each wall built must fall
It`s truth or consequences
This wall will fall

I fear the hold as met is end

I`m drowning
Anger my bitter breath
I`m drowning


We`ve bid our time
All patience claimed
Content with nothing
Our lives lived not in vain

It`s truth or consequences
Each wall built must fall
It`s truth or consequences
This wall will fall

I`m drowning
Anger my bitter breath
It`s calling
Anger my bitter breath