Letra da Música Red Stained Childhood de Wounded Knee

The light of the morning sky
Knock at your door
The whistle of the wind
Ravish your dreams
Voices from the street
Surround your nest
Like a cricket you wake up
Ready to start the game
Jump and raze across fields
Play the game of olds
Descovering secrets of war
Pretending they’re only lores
Sailing the seas of grass
I flied
All around destructions of war
I ask way?
A lighten draws my view
What is this?
It looks like a pen
But burst like a bomb
Blood red paints my eyes
Vertigo of pain i’m dry
The boundaries of sanity i see
The light of the morning star
Will shine no more
The whistle of the wind
Became a tempest of pain
Voices into my head
Surrounding my grave
We’re children victims of war
Won’t sigh no more
I’ve been watching along
So long into my memories
Darkness is the only thing i see
Left alone in a corner
My life is marked by your greed
Your shitty medals
Can’t heal my wounds
I can only hope that
You don’t make anyone suffer like me
Red stained childhood
The war took its toll