Take to Remake - Nine Eleven

Where everything turned black to dust and only deserts remain…

Take to remake.

Mirages flower to the beat of hearts

Stirred by the thousand paged modern tragedy

That is hope to which we are leashed like a dog

The epilogue and prologue are united

Where new names and faces draw the well built lines of the labyrinth

Sheltering windmills at the feet of which we once laid down our arms

Everything sleeps quietly in here

The toad keeping its watch on earth

The ogre eats those he meets

The knife waiting patiently for the child' windpipe

Nothing gets lost for everything is dead already

For those who dig in the valley of resignation

Where the enemy keeps it watch on the sunny slope

Protecting its rational on the other side

The toad keeping its watch on earth

The ogre eats those he meets

The knife waiting patiently for the child' windpipe

You’d shake with fear…

Even more if you knew where you really are…

In the «free» world baby!