Triumph — текст песни (Front Line Assembly)





Onward and upward, Towards the creator,
The coiling of serpents, The circling of ravens,
Our blackened souls, Spirit and temper,
Writhing in hatred, Is nothing sacred?
Flood of fire, siege of souls, Toil or tire, time still tolls,
In the seat of the scournful, In the council of the ungodly



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