Sad Theory - Rage Of The Orientals lyrics

[Juan / Carlos] 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 And I wanted to survive! The truth came with the first relieved breath of outcast.