On silent wings (Ost Postal 3) (исполнитель: Wrythe)
On morning I opened my eyes to see That the earth had nothing more to offer me Serenely awaiting the end I'm biding my time Sedating myself Trying to fly on broken wings Leaving me [bad word] in pure agony Won't you take me away on silent wings Instead I'm condemned Sedating myself I am dead Yet some how I'm still alive Rotting away from the inside Trying to fly on broken wings Leaving me [bad word] in pure agony Won't you take me away on silent wings Instead I'm condemned Sedating myself I can hear the Earth scream As parasites devour her And pick her bones clean Our future's been taken by theives Consumed by our father Devoured by greed Their fodder we are to receive As they reap the riches of our misery We are [bad word] into the world With shackles bound to our limbs And they will say to us [bad word] o slavery Creation has dealt me lackluster existence On silent wings take me way Take me away