Sword and axe like I'm carrying Arthur
Through the jungle of death
Silver hair and a crown in the jewel
Dragons drugs and cold flat
Sailed my ship through the wartime siren
Will you heed the peace horn
Born in times of war
Raised in times of peace
Fed the same old lies
Killed the same old beast
Armor bright like atomic sunrises
Drawing near to your land
Like a curtain of deceitful surprises
You say Satan's the man
Flew my ships through the galaxy courier
Now the dark matter's torn
Born in times of war
Raised in times of peace
Fed the same old lies
Killed the same old beast
Like a warrior or a wolf or a demon
I keep scouting the rich
Reoccuring in their nightmares of passing
And eternal things
There's no ring on my finger but murder
Fields of blood red corn
Born in times of war
Raised in times of peace
Fed the same old lies
Killed the same old beast
Get ready for a trip of the highest sort when you reach the Fairyport...
...or "smoke Maria and be content in the land of Fairyport Convent". What's this place then, the "Fairyport Convent"...
niedziela, 10 marca 2024
"Manilla Ungol" - Lyrics
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