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текст песни (слова), табы "Caesars Palace"
Just close your eyes... can you remember The generations not so long ago I feel the shameless urge that we must restore Our former king to his rightful throne And with me lords and maidens We wait for the chosen son's return I come alive It's a time for celebration Our will to restore Make our past become the future once more Still he lives ! 2000 years have passed And still we're yearning for his return We fulfill a wishful prophecy And so the chanting begins : Hail Caesar... Hail Caesar... we render unto you What is still yours Share the wish as it must be Our king and palace ... mode it be ! Gods enslaved, traitors burning Might and splendor forever return @SONG: DREAMING (Music : Zaagthoth) @SONG: INQUISITION (BURN LIKE ME) (Music : Azagthoth / Lyrics : Vincent) Come burning ... are you going to burn with me Won't you come burning ... the word is watching All the king's men riding hard All their horses foaming And if they were to catch us we'd be set ablaze Burn ! Won't you come burning ... all the dissident ones Come and walk the line and you will burn with me Witches yes, slaves never ... and still I speak A heretic amongst you ... don't you let me live too long Burn ! Could you imagine the pain Why would my countrymen let me down They're b earing witness just to save their skin That this might keep them from burning They'd sell their mothers just to save their skin That this might keep them alive The marks I'm bearing are oh so deep My will ingrained at birth To flood true darkness with light and reverse You'll see my covenant to keep Your judgement in the hands of the most inept Condemn those similar to burn with me But the night is young ... I'm also feeling very bold I think I'll do some burning of my own