The Chronicles of Israfel - Burning Day | Текст песни

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• The Chronicles of Israfel
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He's never felt so conscious before
Driven by the madness in silence
But he's found a way to control it
Now he's a little shaken up, a little beaten down
And when he finds his way he will surround himself

When there's no desperated plea for grievance
In the city, the modern Babylon below
A unified voice should be heard much louder than the sycophants
For when their tragedies are divised they turn fact to bloody fiction

He's never felt so conscious before
Driven by the madness in silence