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• Artiste: Acropolis
• Titre: Lead The Wake
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Galloping hard on the sands of my home I legallize all of my fortune But there is no light in the eye of the storm No son of my owne Years will tell and speak of a prophecy The nomads will hear and grant me a legacy The land is mine to have, Is mine to take Will I face a fate so fatal Why am I condemned to suffer Rejoice my friend, rejoice and know From River Prat to Jericho The war we wage, the land we purge is for my son I must let go So speak spirit, so called God The power is unleashed You tell the truth beyond all truth My honour is for youa bliss Since the days I've spent in Babylon I never crossed a force so vital Is it you who grant me power I've been told my name will live for aeons Rejoice my friend, rejoice and know From River Prat to Jericho The war we wage, the land we purge is for my son I must let go With fear and owe I'm kneeling I wipe the sweat from me neck I'll never stop believeing Follow me, I'll lead the wake... Fire Galloping hard on the sands of my home I legallize all of my fortune But there is no light in the eye of the storm No son of my own Since the days I've spent in Babylon I never crossed a force so vital Is it you who grant me power I've being told my name will live for aeons Now i know the answer I'll carry you with me forever