Nightmare Enterprises - Dance Of The Savages | Текст песни

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Those who stray from the monarch thought
And degress from the civilization so wrought
Gather to celebrate their escape
And in a dead palace, they elate

Where the smoky day’s hardships are unable to reach
Where the silken gloves and eyeglass are unable to creep
Where the swollen and greedy relay dictation no more
The savages meet on the ballroom floor

They assemble to exist in their autonomous factions
Where the roar of the organ dictates their actions
Drowned by societal drudge, they play the sounds of the dead
And by the beat of the drum, their revival is led

Stomp your sorrows like they’re the king’s feast
Swing yourself free from the grip of the king’s teeth
Leap your limitations like they’re the castle wall
Take the night like you’re storming the king’s ball

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