Do you know where we?re going to Do you know what we will do when we arrive As I wait for you to set sail Don?t you know that I hope you find your holy
So here we go again on the last crusade Who ya think you're fooling now? Until the war is done your luck will never change Now the horde will cut you
White lightning over you Fire in the air The night grabs hold of you Voices calling you From long ago Entranced with bravery A call to victory Power
Off the cosatline on the horizon, Ships appear in the moonlight No shelter, no time, as they descend on our tribe Now the raiders storm the invaders
Bloodshot eyes watch secretly Headless fools observing me Walk on by with nose held high It's what they can't perceive, that they'll never realize Run
Dim the lights on a force fed future Dim the lights just enough So that your eyes will never adjust to the darkness Left fluent in a murdered language
Without warning, doomsday arrives Atmosphere splits open wide It seems to me we've reached our decline There's no time left to say goodbye The terror
Desperately wanting this nightmare to end, I must have Found hell on earth I cannot feel and I cannot mend this evil that you've Given birth Lights
At night he creeps he darkened streets The stench of death upon his breath Truth be told of devil's gold in his words of wisdom A well received hypocrisy
I'm feeling uninspired and I'm feeling uncontrolled The whole world turned against me and left me out in the Cold That fire once inside is a distant
Poured down by lies, You've left me to suffer Crawling along to survive Stricken with hate, this hate that you gave me It's time that you realize Death
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[Que trata de las novelas de caballeria que Alonso Quijano eligio para ocupar su tiempo y dormir su mente. Todos buscamos un grial, ?no?.] Vengo de
Vengo de un tiempo mas alla de la razon Donde un viejo juglar Cuenta una historia que el viento le susurro Al bosque sobre un grial Dicen algunos que
Zahl. Auf dem Weg durch die Nacht zum Heiligen Gral. Und wir jagen durch die Nacht zum Heiligen Gral. Und in der Ferne schimmert blau der Heilige Gral
: Vengo de un tiempo mas alla de la razon Donde un viejo juglar Cuenta una historia que el viento le susurro Al bosque sobre un grial Dicen algunos que