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Текст песни Reverend Bizarre - Last of the Templars

Reverend Bizarre - Last of the Templars слова песни




Coming through the night I am carried by the wind Mansion in my sight I am redeemer of the sinned He met me by the door Praying for the dead Remembering the war How I always walked ahead Son, cry for Jerusalem Where the order raised their Steel To fight the hordes of men And to claim back every hill I walk the night alone Unholy friend of fear My flute is made of bone The sound is cold and clear A whisper in the dark My hand will never fail You will know my mark Silence will prevail Son, cry for Jerusalem Where the order raised their steel To fight the hordes of men And to claim back every hill King of the Dead King of the Dead King of the Dead King of the Dead

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