When Fear Is Just A Memory Testo

when time turns back and we're getting younger,
The frustration's gone, we become much stronger.
whenever we dare to dance with death,
dancing with death hand in hand,
the color of blood changes to white from red.
where there are no bounds to separate ourselves,
hated enemies turn benevolent.
fear wiped out from the agonized souls,
no more suffering, senseless wars.
when we forget the meaning of hate,
where there is no need to live your fate.