The Static Cult - Of Fear And Flames Тексты

Under burning skies
Or dissent still holding sway
As the wolves keep circling
Around their dying prey
In fear and flames
Lie graves with no names
In ruins that remains
Under our deluge
Of fear and flames

Counting crows
That nest upon our gallows
To crown the end
To crown the end
In the ashes we remain
With flags we set aflame
To crown the end
To crown the end

As funeral fires burn
With the sweet smell of decay
Amidst hungry jackals
Leading lions to their dying prey
In fear and flames
Like ghosts on scorched terrains
Blood boiling through our veins
Under our deluge
Of fear and flames
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