

ДерзайтеWhat do you think they will say when they look back on this
Were the eighties just a time of spoiled innocence
We leave our legacy like dust in the sands of time
Let's hope the seeds we plant can carry the weight of our crimes
I am rock 'n roll
I am classical, country and soul
I am the nun and the flasher
I am the father, the son and the bastard
I am the church and the steeple
Open the door and see all the people
A chest of silver will be yours if you dry up
The voodoo source, you got no time to lose
The haunting starts at twelve o'clock when every wall
Will start to rock to the yells and the screams
And in my dream
All victims forgive me
They watch me in the sky
They light my way from the other side.
His feet are stepping with the rhythm
His hands are clapping till they burn
Where is the old age? How could this be?
In his mind he's young and free
our solitude has been disturbed
clare hold on, don't flee
with open arms they call my name
"oh won't you come with me?"
A lurid moon looms; phosphorent, evil
Yesod vested in despotic upheaval
Silvering wolves that scarlet forest snow
Forgotten ones enter as above, so below
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