Из альбома: Wolfbiker

Follow fools gold into the darkness not knowing what the light at the end means
I´m the patron saint of putting it all on black when it always comes up red
Just one taste is all you need
I´m never going home
Once you feel it
I´m never giving in Once you taste it
I´m going to find a way
I´m going to make it last
Throwing your lies into the throats of unknowing
5 long years meet their end
We were the patron saint of putting it all on black
When it always came up red
The dream is dead!

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