Bluesbreaker - The Hierophant | Текст песни

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The crown and keys are made of shiny gold
But as your hands and eyes there are so cold
Sitting on silver throne between two worlds
You’re keep ensnaring restless minds and souls

Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god

Providing home for miserable and poor
Gathering broken lives and all black sheep
You’re sending them right to the sacred place
Where primal fear and human madness meet

Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god

You are falling star and the setting sun
Knowledge that you got will never save no one
Golden crown you wear is swinging down your spine
Creature of this world will never become divine

Murder of free souls, torture of free thought
You’ll be throwing them down to your empty throat
Sucking out the last drops of weak believe
Filling up your guts with a human grief

Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god

An abandoned child of the holy ghost
You’re the odd man out, lost among the lost
Heavy curse await on each and everyone
Who attempts to save hopeless humankind

Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god

You are falling star and the setting sun
Knowledge that you got will never save no one
Golden crown you wear is swinging down your spine
Creature of this world will never become divine

Falling down, falling down
By the grace of god
From your silver throne
To the puddle of mud