Symphorce Stronghold текст песни, слова песни Stronghold Symphorce
Symphorce - Stronghold
colored people, painted skies
the slave rules the king
my preacher becomes suffering
won't you come with me
unlock the doors, set free the dream
You're taking me higher, when we fall
everywhere
never feel
never cold
never fall
never old...
stronghold !
through the mystic dawn
another world, where you come from
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