The Chronicles Of The Riverside And The Post War Symphony

here we go again with our own deeds and blazing weaponry
digging into each others horizon and destiny
becoming an insane breed of humanity and endorsing cruelty
destroying the wish of our mothers and their will
tomorrow the sun will rise again,crying out loud with our bravery

the love that we shared the dreams that we built
the teenage years and the growing up days of summer
when raindrops are the only happiness for what we had cried for
and the text books that we hated the most
the only thing that we followed are the footsteps
of our brotherhood that leads to the riverside
now that river had turned into red
for which our freedom shouts out loud 'oh boy you are great'
the nights are weeping silently over the lullaby of the nightingle
and the summers are craving for the rain of happiness

the smell of your blood is what i crave for
and the taste of your flesh for what i die for
one look into each others eyes
and the moments will stop by the solitude
of our inner-souls and our teenage years
the summer will not be the same again
and the night sky will not sprinkle it's romance anymore

if freedom is the only answer for what we are craving for
then who will be the survivor to hold the flame
and light the torch for our children's and dreams for
a better road to travel in?
the darkness is ashamed of it's existence now
and you and me ohh yes you and me
lets shout it loud and run to the riverside

to feel the cold death that runs by the tide...