Fields of Locust - [B2] Conqueror | Текст песни

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A sickness rising
From the depths I suppose
Burning everything in its path
Speaking with a lying tongue

An old companion
This haunter of dreams
Pulling the strings violently
Telling tales of a dark logic

A nameless force
A deafening voice
The trick that came with the gift
An ancient conqueror
The bitter joke of "god"

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