The Church, 1992 - Kings | Текст песни

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• The Church, 1992
• Kings

See history fade, it's crystal clear
Aurora what you doing here
Buttering the mouths of thieves
Shutter speed it bleeding leaves

In gardens in the orient
Likelihood is good and spent
Herod nods beneath the palms
Holds poor baby in his arms

Tunis and Sardinia
The ocean growing hungrier
Beneath these walls we'll sleep tonight
Beneath this sky we'll glide so bright

And kings will come, years will pass
Stars burn cold beneath the glass
And days will glow in distant times
In distorted haze the zebras graze

In deserts where the dust storm blows
And lush black swamps where mandrake grows
We're marching, laughing to the drum
Waiting for those kings to come

And kings will come and years will pass
Stars burn cold beneath the glass
And days will glow in distant times
In distorted haze the zebras graze

An infant with the voice of a crone
In Nebuchadnezzar's parking zone
Calls out my lord your end is nigh
I didn't mean to make you cry

In deserts where the dust storm blows
And lush black swamps where mandrake grows
We're marching, laughing to the drum
Waiting for those kings to come

The circus sun in Nero eyes
The lions and the Christians rise
Software sings and hardware hears
They're destined baby to live these years

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