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Enslaved - Striker şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Enslaved

albüm: The Sleeping Gods Thorn


From soar to plague
From clouds to imprisonment
From wheat to the gallows
In dreams of free will
Strike
Never saw fields
Quite like these
Never will – Never would
With open eyes
Shut
Useless wreckage
In the wake
Cannot hear the chatter
Cannot bear the drag
Leave
Leave
When they saw
With what they were left
They screamed in fear
They screamed for blood
Endure
They screamed for blood
Endure
Should I build
I will build my own
Knife and my fair noose
In flesh and will
Strike
Strike
Should I build
I will build my own
Knife and noose
In flesh and will
Strike

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