Paul Chain - King Of The Dream | Текст песни

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• King Of The Dream

There is a world
where you lose yourself
You seek yourself
But don't find yourself
There is fog
A dense, red fog
That rushes your eyes
and carries them away

There is a blinding sound
that's sweet
imperative and free
that wants to shutter
your mind
Now you know...
in that world
he lives
to steal your soul
to crush your being
to deviate from your path
Because Satan
is the king of the dream...

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