Revenge Of The Fallen

Resurrect neuron, possibilities of memorization, form those ancient skulls Once again it's a tribal age here. Firewall has identified The borderline of occupied empire. Again aggression, tribeleader Is all in all to decide anything. All the well here inside deep forest Are full of liquid nights, Sealike watery darkness, reducing movement Reflection may transform into moaning of broken leg horses. It's not only the time to prey and collecting foods from woods; rather The time for winning fight and to occupy animal farms, gardens, grasslands Resound horses, the forgotten pride, from your rejected skeletons Let the rabbits run away, trembling, nonstop, into their caves!