Текст песни Sins of the Fathers (Course Of Empire) с переводом

See this desert, my son

This is our gift to you

You must build your vision here

Upon these ashes

With the sweat of your brow

And the blood upon your hands

You must earn your future

Or perish with the land

I bore the sins of my fathers

Now you shall bear mine

And your children after you

All that changes is the time

Now I leave you, my son

The world is in your hands

You must earn your future

Or perish with the land

Hollow wasteland, I take the desert in my hand

Trampled spirit, turn your son into a man

I build the conscience from the ground

Reconstruct what you tore down

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