They come with bows and arrows They come with their swords drawn They come with pistols at their sides And torches lit with fire They're stormin' every castle Hoping to steal our gold We are the hunted We are the chosen ones We are the wanted We are what they can't touch They stand with shaking fingers They come with holy books They are the coming darkness We are the lightning strike We are the love that burns the skies and fills your eyes with fire We are the hunted We are the chosen ones We are the wanted We are the burning sun We are the hunted We are the chosen ones We are the wanted We are what they can't touch We are the dream that you have when you sleep That stays when you wake and turns all your colours grey We are [?] We are the hunted We are the chosen ones We are the wanted We are the burning sun We are the hunted We are the chosen ones We are the wanted We are what they can't touchTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
