Letra da Música: Reagression - Turbo

Cruel assassins are burning the world
Black wings are taking the contaminated sun
It's genetic return, high up in depressing life
For each your step
Thousands of being are paying

Worlds justice on the front lines
Has killed my friends
We are all touched by sickness of blindness

In the green valleys
On the peaks of mountains
On the cross of Christ
I can see just fire avalanche

Aggression - in my eyes
Regression - in my hands
Tell me how it looks from above

Desperately in need for the first flower
Desperately in need for the wilderness

It seems that no one cares at all
Your burning bush had to be burned out
And there is one place where we still can go
Your bloody fingers won't reach me there

Aggression