Текст песни The Fatherland - Jestamang

Only
Envy
Hades in me
Fat o' the land

Itty
Bitty
Will shoot a rue
Into my hands

Not a
Roman
In sight
To fight
Thy camp
Tis cursed
Envy

Mother
Ran through
My soul
In thee
And made a man

City
Will think
Like me
In thee
The fatherland

Not a
Roman
In sight
To fight
Thy camp
Tis cursed
Envy

In a world of everlasting
Takes a man to raise the land
Convincing others where and when
They peck into my oily hands

Then
They'll
Wonder where their pawns are
All think like me
Or get my worst
Envy

Come along
You soulless maker
There's love for
Everyone
Your soul is brought to

You
By
One

You

By one
Tis' me
Hades in thee
The fatherland

No pause
Now lie
No pause
Now die
Into my hands

Not a
Roman
In Sight
To fight
Thy camp
Tis cursed
Envy