You feel your hair stretched by the wind in run, they're plating with the tongues of fire, chasers, already in your back.
You can't keep cool hearing the seconds wearing on, only five minutes to complete the escape from the Keraton
You bleed yourself with the ground, like dust, so you baffle the wanders rolling in front of them.
Like a sheaf of light you file on the walls and like a shadow you can pass the exit gates of Keraton
Fortress, prison of my youth Fortress, static keeper of my time
You shut him up into your shiny metal walls, You forced him in the cold of your towers.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.