New Horns

Текст песни Messa - New Horns

From the devastated ground
Some new shapes, they will create

What offends your tiny eyes
Will become something you like

We have cried forevermore
In long nights without no end

Fear not at all.
Fear neither man nor fates, nor gods, nor anything.
Money fear not, nor the laughter of the folk folly, nor any other power in heaven or upon the earth or under the earth.