When the waves begin to play, nothing really matters Mother Nature is around to heal But the child begins to cry when he sees the latter Crimson custom would reveal!
Awake your heart and save the oceans Don’t turn your back away and go For helpless ones there’s no compassion Will Northern winds still blow?
Why their souls are locked inside, men have lost all senses Animal is upon your race, indeed Knifes are sharp and wounds are deep And mercy is forbidden, your defense is what they need!
Awake your heart and save the oceans Don’t turn your back away and go For helpless ones there’s no compassion Will Northern winds still blow? Oh no…
Will you step aside? Will you fight for the weak? Or will you watch when the “custom” will be reaching its peak?
