To see or not to see that is the question
Our illusions have enabled us to fly
We’ve spread our wings to close from the damn light
Reality is making us dive to the ground
Make them shiver under the thunder of our march
Kings better pray
We’re the sons of crisis the fathers of rage, kings better pray
Our illusions have enabled us to fly
We’ve spread our wings to close from the damn light
Reality is making us dive to the ground
Make them shiver under the thunder of our march
Kings better pray
We’re the sons of crisis the fathers of rage, kings better pray
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