"...While king Henry III of France was preparing to attack Paris, on august 1st, 1589 A Dominican monk asked for access to the king because of secret documents he owns While whispering into his ear, the monk plunged a knife into the king's body The guards killed the monk, but the people praised the assassination as the judgement of god"
Way down, but you pushed me too many times Lay down, because of you I feel I'm dead inside Way down, so you killed me one too many times Lay down, because of you now I will rise, yes now I will rise...
Way down, you pushed me too many times Lay down, because of you I'm dead inside Crucified but the world keeps turning, you won't let me go Raise the flag and kill me stunning, you reap what you sow
Give me everything you can't hide I can see through your eyes To the center of your weird mind... All the anger is inside
On the morning after the king has lost his crown Only tears and laughter come together now When my senses fail us, I'll fade without a sound When I see you fail, I'll break in to break you down Regicide
Lay down, I'm sick of waiting for the start Pray now, my hate courts now your lonely heart Try to teach myself forever compassion for my life Time has come to make a difference, now my blood will rise
To the nightfall of my kingdom Angels cry while we sleep A king reborn, a prophecy forlorn was once buried deepTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
