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• Artiste: Deke Leonard
• Titre: The Black Gates Of Death
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I know she'd sell out tomorrow's For the price of just one today. And don't tell me she lost it, 'Cause she never had it anyway. I knew I couldn't make it; I got lost inside a stream. I don't know where I'm going And I don't know where I've been. Nobody cares anymore. Least of all me, I'm trying to be free, Cause I can see Black gates of death roam on! Black gates of death roam on! She speaks to me in a language That I don't understand. Apocolypse about mercy She offered me her hand. She smiles when I confused it And asked her about my dreams. I refused to sell them But I'll give up all my steam. Nobody cares anymore. Least of all me, I'm trying to be free, Cause I can see Black gates of death roam on! Black gates of death roam on! Now all the wives were widows. Now, all the mortar was glass. And all the evils doubled And all the pleasures had And all the men were heroes And the horses were made of stone. A million miles of welcome But nobody ever come home. Nobody cares anymore. Least of all me, I'm trying to be free, Cause I can see Black gates of death roam on! Black gates of death roam on!