YellowBrickRoad - Road To The Tournament | Текст песни

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• YellowBrickRoad
• Road To The Tournament

Night comes down the wall
Of Crystal Palace,
Crawl into your soul
Full of malice.
Sparing you no chance,
Show no mercy:
You're spiked on a lance.

High upon a shield
Full of glory,
Try not to be killed
Feeling sorry.
Every tongue may say
You're not worthy -
You come out and play.

Chorus:
Ride to the tournament,
To the tournament
Of Light.
A road to the monument,
To the monument
Of plight.

Golden-plated breast,
Shiny helmet.
Lay you down to rest
Overwhelm it.
Set in memory
Just to curse it:
If you're not agree...

Chorus.