Julian Fane - The Moon Is Gone | Текст песни

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• Julian Fane
• The Moon Is Gone

Cowards gather round a well faces glaring
back from hell I recognize the face I see
staring up at me I would kill to survive
forever has one among us got a line muck
faced men in brack and brine we lower
down but none take hold contempt
from spirits we all sold I would kill
to survive forever


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