Slaves

Slaves 歌词

歌曲 Slaves
歌手 Gospel of the Horns
专辑 A Call To Arms
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Like the wicked rule the weak
Like all conquerors have their keep
I'll tear my marks into your arms
Paralyzed but still you're charmed
Like the great white circles it's prey
I rise above their deceiving ways
Liars... Your hollow words play a hollow tune
My eyes fueled the flames
As i'm dancing, on your grave
Like the great white circles it's prey
Desert sands, mourning souls...
I'll tear my marks into your arms
Paralyzed yet still you're charmed
Like the wicked rule the weak
Like all conquerors have their keep
Liars... your hollow words play a hollow tune
Slaves 歌词
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