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• Artiste: Sons of Seasons
• Titre: Fall Of Byzanz
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Gold-sprinkled servant, east-roman child Like God's own creation, where the blisters of ages in glory subside. Speaking of wisdom, speaking of pride, I stare down the bridges and conjure up the old heart of mankind. Justinian's children saw the coming of the Osman Foray. Failing allegiance no friend in need, so that's what they say. They build a bridge to heaven To see the Word unfold. But seeds of disillusion Were planted in sand, to blossom in enemy's land. When bloodshed has started, the siege began. A clash of religions, as some failed conversations brought death in the end. Thinking about sadness, thinking about pain I still hear the echoes, paradise shattered by steel-bladed rain. The prophet's disciples went for battle and for heaven's reward. Belief is a leader, inspiration, and a reason for war. They build a bridge to heaven To see the Word unfold. But seeds of disillusion Were planted in sand, to blossom in enemy's land. Gold-sprinkled servant, east-roman child Like God's own creation, where the blisters of ages in glory subside. They build a bridge to heaven To see the Word unfold. But seeds of disillusion were planted in sand, to blossom in enemy's land.