Primal Fear - The Union Тексты

Primal Fear
The Union

To be real friends, for eternity
This is the oath, we was warned
Honesty, and morality,
These are the roads, we fly far
I wish the aiming might, the will to succeed
To find a distant place
The way we will proceed

Your will is my will, your fate is my destiny
In your hands is man's eyes
On your you real ever be

Endless trust, in our loyalty
Well our's to be, friends to the end
Your life is precious, as precious as mine
I give you my soul into your hands

Oh with the aiming might
The will to succeed
To find a distant place, the way we will proceed

Your will is my will
Your fate is my destiny
In your hands is man's eyes
On your you real ever be
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