The hunger of a rage filled crowd Can put a price... can put a price on life Your life has been sold little Czar "What God builds up, only God breaks down" You never thought that Dad was so much wrong Life thirst has nothing to do with God
So close your eyes and dream of better years 'Cause Rasputin can't help you now The shooting starts
A black cloud brought by the breeze Means tragedy And Death makes equal with her Sleep Both poor men and kings And those who ejaculated misery Fell off like dead leaves And noble blood fed the trees Red like Communism... ...A murder in Autumn
The summer's gone But still July Rain and fog Are tears as angels cry Bones lying on the ground Unfound…
This is the end Czars and kings, times fade away Princes and queens Their bloodlines and genes Meet the guns of decayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
