lose Masquerade, hiding their black-heart Masquerade, evil and dark Masquerade, treason and lies Masquerade, covers their evil eyes Masquerade, hiding their black-heart Masquerade
'll lose Masquerade, hiding their black-heart Masquerade, evil and dark Masquerade, treason and lies Masquerade, covers their evil eyes Masquerade, hiding their black-heart Masquerade
Превод: Running Wild. Маскарад.
ll lose Masquerade, hiding their black-heart Masquerade, evil and dark Masquerade, treason and lies Masquerade, covers their evil eyes Masquerade, hiding their black-heart Masquerade
: Blackness is calling, you're enslaved by its rule Obeying your madness, the weak-hearted fool Possessed by evil, you're on their game Hate is your
: [Redcoat:] "Are you willing to raise our empire of hate and evil onto the whole world and to deliver man and every living creature onto our hands?" [
: They want you to live on their rule, to walk just straight in the line Big brother, so mean and so cruel, so obey and you'll doing fine Proud you'
: Religious madness is made to rule, fights the sceptic with hate Blind believers, the credulous fool, weak and delivered to fate A slave to science,
: A blinding phenomenon lights up the darkened sky You think of U.F.O.'s, saucers that rush by Photographs are taken, the public is informed You trust
: There's power in your blood, there's thunder in your veins Staunchness is the way to keep you away from pain If your everlasting soul is shedding of
: 1692, the 29th of May Sir "Tourville", the admiral, his fleet is on its way He commands his ships to fight, they attack the british line He must be
: Strong and proud the cruise, black banner at the top The spoondrift hits the bow, they round the reefs and rocks The voice of freedom whispers in the
: Modern man is going crazy, the whole world is going mad The atmosphere is going hazy, they loot the world until its dead The hell of war that rages
: Evil souls and blackest hearts, lurking in the night A darkened race, so mean and sly, they keep away from light Ancient words tell dreadful tales
the land of the midnight sun Walk it off, sort it out, figure out What you're running from I'm all alone on the outside of town It's a wild night at
and chance You will excuse me if I skip the masquerade And I've been waiting in the weeds Waiting for the dust to settle down Along the back roads running
found and silent rain is falling down - whenever fools cry whenever fools cry. Love a secret journey my crusade a sane and daring masquerade I'm holding on to you. Running wild
the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueraders I believe that society will never dream like me I believe in the sanctity of dreams No more running from these masqueraders
