How many miles of endless sand Must we drag your stones into this wasteland? How many years in endless pain Must we toil under your reign?
Just like in Babylon, no glory lasts forever The icon is not, what it seems to be No more slavery, no you're not heaven sent Nothing stands alone, feel the endless pain In Egyptica
Here we raise your tower high Still an infant, but divine in our eyes After years still flesh and blood They said he would become a godTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
