Union of the races So far from each other High above they came With stolen gifts the outlaws descent
Falling as lightning from heaven
Bearing treasures of gold Riches with jealousy guarded Carrying the precious chalice Holding within liquid death
The murderer's daughters Opened themselves up With ecstatic delight To the splendor of the winded serpents
So were the great men of gold beget Those whose blood still flows Yet slumbers Waiting to be awoken again
Sip from the cup of the fallen Poison it holds does now run through Feverish trembling and gasping for air As the chains are breaking Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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