Killing Joke - Victory - Sözleri

Across the sand under a crescent moon 

In celebration of our feards 

And rumours circulating in the street 

The candle burns the world awaits 



We ask is this some kind of victory? 

Where is the dream, where is the sanity? 



As crying echoes down the corridors 

The child comes running to his mother's arms 

And all the things I hold so dear to me 

I love my wife, I love my family 



Raise up your heads and voices 

The promise of beyond 

With courage face the moment 

Remember who you are! 



A frightened people losing dignity 

The shadow of an island in their minds 

While fools are bent on making history 

With nothing gained, is this our destiny?

														   

														   











		
			



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