Run or R.I.P. Songtext
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Run or R.I.P. Songtext
Merciless bombing destroying the streets
Ground is shaking with terrorized screams
Shattered glass tears into your flesh
What once was a city is now turned to ash
Motherless children are taken away
Beaten to death while their bodies are frail
Women molested inside their own homes
Units of soldiers will ravage their holes
′92
Hell's domain
When Balkans asked which god shall reign
Civilians escaping trough the underground tunnels
Gasping for the air while they keep their struggles
Snipers await when they see the light
A dead barren wasteland is their final sight
Eight thousand dead, seventy two buried
Three hundred are still awaiting their jury
Justice not served, their voices not heard
For crimes you committed forever you′ll burn
'92
Hell's domain
When Balkans asked which god shall reign
Looking at your neighbor′s red painted corpse
A knife in your hand, his gut full of holes
Religious extremist, you sealed his faith
He celebrates Christmas two weeks too late
Fight for beliefs still lasts to this day
Eternal damnation the price they will pay
A delusional help presented by the police
Your only option is to Run or Rest in Peace
′92
Hell's domain
When Balkans asked which god shall reign
Ground is shaking with terrorized screams
Shattered glass tears into your flesh
What once was a city is now turned to ash
Motherless children are taken away
Beaten to death while their bodies are frail
Women molested inside their own homes
Units of soldiers will ravage their holes
′92
Hell's domain
When Balkans asked which god shall reign
Civilians escaping trough the underground tunnels
Gasping for the air while they keep their struggles
Snipers await when they see the light
A dead barren wasteland is their final sight
Eight thousand dead, seventy two buried
Three hundred are still awaiting their jury
Justice not served, their voices not heard
For crimes you committed forever you′ll burn
'92
Hell's domain
When Balkans asked which god shall reign
Looking at your neighbor′s red painted corpse
A knife in your hand, his gut full of holes
Religious extremist, you sealed his faith
He celebrates Christmas two weeks too late
Fight for beliefs still lasts to this day
Eternal damnation the price they will pay
A delusional help presented by the police
Your only option is to Run or Rest in Peace
′92
Hell's domain
When Balkans asked which god shall reign
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