After Forest - Under the Brooding Sky | Текст песни

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• After Forest
• Under the Brooding Sky

- Can there still be a place where clean water flows?
Somewhere in the sea trash islands grow. Poisoned fields feeding our dead generation. Black liquid coast, their cemetery.

This selfish race is ruining this world where once was privilege to born. Into darker times we are heading to under the brooding sky.

And now there’s a change coming to this world that once was ours. Or was it ours?
- We know whom to blame.

And now they are disgracing our world
..once was ours