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Imprisoned in place of madness, on altars of wars they are puppets in hands greedy politicians they nust fight in name of false demands they must be machines to destroy all constructions supposed victory, born in pain who is the winner, who to blame? imprisoned in place of madness, on altars of wars they must listen absurd, inhuman orders they must massacre children and all families their minds are put to trial and torn from feelings now drops dusk liters of blood flow to rivers everywhere lie dead bodies of innocent people and only bleeding rain tears full bitternes their murderers must kill to survive... Aus Songtexte Mania