Texty: Diablo. Renaissance.

No one seems to know what kind of a trial we've been marching through
Blood, swet, tears, bitterness and sorrow are engraved on our souls
We would like to see you crawling through the same decade of disbelief
Then you would know what it feels like being isolated
Why should we have to keep our dreams concealed
Like everyone else around
We onlytrust in the voice of our heart
Renaissance, bound in blood forever
Like the plague inside our veins
We refuse to lie to ourselves
To deny what we are
We sacrifice everything around us
To reach what we want

Why should we have to keep our dreams concealed
Like everyone else around
We onlytrust in the voice of our heart
Renaissance, bound in blood forever
Like the plague inside our veins