Waiting for your ghost Your life's about to flash before your eyes Your life's about to flash before your eyes Stand your ground, this is ancient land
years, waiting for your ghost YOUR LIFES ABOUT TO FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES YOUR LIFES ABOUT TO FLASH BEFORE YOUR EYES Stand your ground, this is ancient land
번역: 사냥꾼을 입력하십시오. 서있어 이건 고대의 땅입니다.
hung in that tree Blood to the ground Blood to the roots.... Red All around the Old Oak Deep into the ground they buried them Indians of ancient times
a waste of time We have no need for ancient ways The world is doing fine Another toy will help destroy The elder race of man Forget about your silly
sense of urgency Enters the atmosphere with my excursion In this Microcosm, a third version! Specifically a generation Of Mutated Warriors from the Nether; That's 'Neva Antiquated' My flux is
words to the sons under age: "we'll hold it in trust - your inheritance is saved." The guardian of the land will now answer to us. Assignable
you were young Is right outside for all to come Because your life is full of pure desire A life so gloriously wired The lights and sounds, oh God, this is
stand To the music that comes From a far better land Close the eyes of our captain Peace may he know His long night is done The great leader is laid
over this before been over and over been over this before And over, been over this before so over this. Been over this. So over this. Been over this.
THIS CITY OF LIGHTS THIS EVENING AWAKENS THE DREAMS THAT IT MIGHT THE WINTER IT CONJURES THE SPELLS IT WILL WEAVE THE SNOW GENTLY COVERS THE GROUND CHRISTMAS EVE IN THIS SCENE ON THIS
your lungs Underneath the cold stars, you'll stand your ground Dancing through night lands evading death's ends Shadows will stalk you through all your
to read the page Fly, soul, the body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your
body's guest, Upon your impish arrant Let none be guiled by false confession Truth shall be your warrant Fly soul for your body must die But for those
you were young Is right outside for all to come Because your life is full of pure desire A life so gloriously wired The lights and sounds Oh God this is