Paroles de The Battle Of Marston Moor
My Lord King,You stoop to betray your own people,
And even in the eyes of God,
Do you not relent?
I am therefore bound by no other course
I shall raise an army;
Together we will march against you and your kind,
And every born man will fight to regain his own freedom,
And cleanse his wretched soul
And every born man will fight to regain his own freedom,
And cleanse his wretched soul
Wood, Roy
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