Текст Bruce Dickinson – A Tyranny Of Souls
Текст:
When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly’s done?
When the battle’s lost, not won?
A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A Pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die
Who rips the child out from the womb?
Who raised the dagger, who plays the tune?
At the crack of doom on judgment day
No ocean could wash my sins away
A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A Pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die
On our own cross
A tyranny of souls
We are the black space
We are the black light
We shine where no others dare
Killin’ my head with the neon
Suffering my fate for no reason
No is a relative stranger to my life
Deeds of the Faithful
Seeds of betrayal
Hammer the nail into my hand
Anger is ruler in my land
I am the killer of weakness in my head
We are the black light
We are the black space
A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A Pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die
On our own cross
A tyranny of souls
A tyranny of souls
That love has lost
A tyranny of souls
A Pentecost
Speaking tongues of fire
Enflaming our desires
Watching as we die
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