«On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn From council of one He'll decide when he's done with the innocentOn a mountain he sits, not of gold but of shit Through the blood he can learn, see the life that it turn From council of one He'll decide when he's done with the innocent
«From yesterday, it's coming! From yesterday, the fear! From yesterday, it calls him But he doesn't want to read the message here.From yesterday, it's coming! From yesterday, the fear! From yesterday, it calls him But he doesn't want to read the message here.
«On his face is a map of the world (A map of the world). On his face is a map of the world (A map of the world).On his face is a map of the world (A map of the world). On his face is a map of the world (A map of the world).
