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• Artiste: Jag Panzer
• Titre: Iron Shadows
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In the darkened days of old The law was the sword Yes, it was long ago There was a strong man Who lived by the sword He was being chased By a strong and mighty hoard Lying in the bushes To hide from the rest He suddenly hears the cries Of a maiden in distress And you see flashing blades of steel Tear the flesh from the bone Cries of quarter is his last dying breath With one eye on the boat And the other on the woman He hastily flees from the rest Rowing day and night Not stopping in his way Though tales of woe were spoken by the girl He gently falls asleep Then awakes on the shore The story at last unfurls Not knowing where they rested They awakened in a temple Of the shadows of that she fears Sleep ensnares the both of them And just like a dream A demon in black appears Running like the wind She startles the man Screaming cries of help You say it's not a dream These demons are real You need to get a hold of yourself