James Dean - Ulysses | Текст песни

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• James Dean
• Ulysses

one medla, one sword
one ship to rule what he saw
one hero, one law
one crown to battle one law

choking on cinders from willows
this fire, it burns through our staves
and faces, of brave men
hoping to fight through the flames
nothing could ever be hoped for
nothing could ever be saved
nothing could ever be hoped for
nothing could ever be changed

why is it we are the slaves?