The Slayerking - Southern Gate Of The Sun | Текст песни

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Riders on flamboyant horses march
Golden horizon rises from dust
The best of servants play the kings
Descending epoch melts the rings

I know you come to see the light, I know you come; you arrived
The rays of light wash your way, towards the temple of fallen fame

Fire, I don’t believe a word they pray
Fire, I don’t believe a word they say

Thrown into lake of madness fraud
Trying to breathe and play the role
Servants wanted more and more
Stage full with bodies that fail to perform

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