Polychrome from 7 (Demo) by Bald Since Birth

Those are no sons of red and black
No daughters of dispair
Those sins can't be removed
Flailed souls can't be repaired
One more time another stick
Hides away the whitened cloth
Maybe it's non of your kin
Laying in the fields to rot

My mind speaks up I shouldn't wish for a creature's death
My heart's desire is an axe right through their head
And it's blunt

Where are the green fields of france
Corrupted, raped and soiled
Trenches dug through golden fields
Heimatstolz made from bullet holes

When we become one kind
(My mind speaks up i shouldn't)
Enlightened by a flame of many colors
(Wish for a creatures death)
The day shall come, we realize
(My hearts desire is an axe)
That we are one and colorful
(Right through their head, and it's blunt)

Kind
mein Kind
So rot
dein Kleid aus weiß
Bleib hier
Lieb bleib
Lass nicht rot aus weiß

When we become one kind
Enlightened by a flame of many colors
The day shall come, we realize
That we are one and colorful

When we become one kind
(Rise above)
Enlightened by a flame of many colors
(Your hell and see)
The day shall come, we realize
(We outshine)
That we are one and colorful
(The sun)

When we become, when we become
(Rise above)
When we become, One kind
(Your hell and see)
When we become, when we become
(We outshine)
when we become
(The sun)

Polychrome (POLYCHOME)
Polychrome (POLYCHOME)
Polychrome (POLYCHOME)

• Crossover
• Germany
• Metal
• Rock
• Wood
• Wermelskirchen