Текст песни
They say the brave in heart,
Pretend to eternal life,
The scales of truth are evidence,
And I do not care who gives it to me,
Let the Man with the Jackal Muzzle,
or Hades or Satan Himself is not important to me,
my words are my children,
How will the Incubus roam the earth.
My creativity is my children,
Admit you already feel me inside.
And so it will be with each,
I will plant my seed in each,
You just need to hear me.
The seed will sprout, so is the man,
Thought can not be drowned out.
In this her beauty,
Hear one day, you'll always know her.
The world will never be the same again.
In your subconscious mind there will be my words,
And so it was and always will be so.
Only creativity is eternal.
The rest is all corn.
But, you're already listening .…
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