Текст песни james - Medieval
james - Medieval слова песни
Caught in the long grass, got separated from his companyThose men he thought were friends turned out to be the enemyTheir uniforms were black not brown, they marched to a different stepBut he soon tuned in to their frequencyBy shifting up one fretBut the one thing that united themWas they all had life to giveBut it wasnt their intention to serve that way, but to kill so they may liveWe are sound, we are sound, we are soundSet them marching, stop them thinkingPsyche them up with your willStir them up with frantic rhythmSend them out to kill, kill, kill, kill killWe are sound we are sound we are soundBack in human form, skin tight uniform, caught upon the barbed wireBack in human form, skin tight uniform, crucified upon the barbed wireThe wireWe are sound