Rage Of The Orientals Lyrics
Forecasting the eastern rage,
Dust from the ground raises like black cloud
Covering the horizon line.
An earthquake pushes dropping dry leaves around me.
A crowd without a name!
Chaos! Voices!,
Those who had never seen each other before,
Eyes, Steps.
Those who do not know each other,
Chaos! Voices! (Victor Hugo in Feuilles d'Automne)
Those are in a desperate union of destiny: the will to survive
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And I wanted to survive!
The truth came with the first relieved breath of outcast.