Torments From The Past

Can we remember the sinister events which have hurt this grounds dying in these torments?

Freedom has a price; peace is an eternal fight,
Each day drifts us away from this memory
Tons of men's are dying in blood and fire
A show of death destroying this empire

So many years have passed
The return of violence can be fast

Freedom has a price; peace is an eternal fight,
Each day drifts us away from this memory
Men's are dying in the blood and fire
A show of death destroying this empire

Come and see the blood in streets,
Look what is becoming the life
'Cos today there is no end
For this pain this battle starts

They cry the dead ones
Minds of men are lost
We are prisoner of this evil
The safety of our hearts lies in the redemption

They can hear the call of these damned souls
Torments from the past sound in their heads
Every century is destroyed by this game of death

They cry the dead ones
Minds of men are lost
We are prisoner of this evil
The safety of our hearts lies in the redemption