Текст песни Lead Weight - Penetrator.
Lead Weight - Penetrator. слова песни
Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! - For the soul is dead that slumbersAnd the Things are not same what they seem. Life is real, Life is earnest!And the grave is not it`s goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest;Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!PENETRATOR... ... Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,Is our destined end of way-ay-ay;But to act, that each to-morrowFind us farther than to-day-ay-ayArt is long, and Time is fleeting,Our hearts, though stout and brave,Still, like muffled drums, are beatingFuneral marches to the PENETRATOR!PENETRATOR... ... Footprints, that perhaps another,Sailing other life`s and solemn main,Forlorn and shipwrecked brother,Seeing, shall take the heart again.Let us, then, be up and doing,With a heart for any fa-a-ate,Still achieving, still pursuing,Learn to favor waiting PENETRATOR!PENETRATOR... ...Tell me not, in mournful numbers,Life is but an empty dream! -For the soul is dead that slumbersAnd the Things are not same what they seem.Life is real, Life is earnest!And the grave is not it`s goal;Dust thou art, to dust returnest;Was not spoken of the PENETRATOR!PENETRATOR... ...