For The Last Time - Perzonal War

Fear is not what we call a friend

It is clear, things have to be defended

What is the price we are paying to afford

No more emotions maybe our last resort

From the underground voices call our names

Let us believe our own words

Hate is a feeling we supress

Project on others to let ourselves be blessed

From the underground searching for our names

To find out where we are standing

From the underground into a time of change

The angels are singing for the last time

In hell they are waiting to release our hate

For all we have not forgiven

The demon seed is what we keep on feeding

We cut our own veins for an eternal bleeding

From the underground voices call our names

Let us believe our own words

From the underground read the signs of red

The angels are singing for the last time