Procol Harum Fires (Which Burnt Brightly) текст песни, слова песни Fires (Which Burnt Brightly) Procol Harum
Procol Harum - Fires (Which Burnt Brightly)
The cause for the fighting has long been a ghost
Malice and habit have now won the day
The honours we fought for are lost in the fray
Standards and bugles are trod in the dust
Wounds have burst open, and corridors rust
Once proud and truthful, now humbled and bent
Fires which burnt brightly, now energies spent
Let down the curtain, and exit the play
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