Out of the first free thinkers I’ve been chosen A being of instincts Never touched and unconverted
Pritchers’ clouded weakened mind Fully unaware Hear the roar of the oncoming warfare
I’m not a member I speak the truth Throw down the blaster Or the end will reach the Mule
Tazenda bleeds For them I mourn The second foundation Elsewhere is reborn
May I speak first, oh sorry being? Do not despair A see-through piece Of bitter hopes and shattered dreams
Tazenda bleeds For them I mourn The second foundation Elsewhere is reborn
Rossem stand tall For them I fear The first foundation Regain the right to think
Look into my eyes, deep Oh sorry being No memories will be left In Kalgan’s darkest corners…Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
