cell At the trumpets of Jericho, still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho, Avalon's in chains At the trumpets of Jericho, there the Grail remains At the trumpets
depths I want to be with you To find myself In the best of dreams Your love feels like trumpets Your love feels like trumpets Just like trumpets Please
I can't even say but I care All I know is some Meridian turn Is having some flair You won't need trumpets There are no trumpets Who needs trumpets
I will survive through all this strife, and as the day grows older, so do I, and as the ashes fall, and cover your eyes, and stitching your mind closed
lair Awaits the trumpets blare And the gods are sleeping No one left to hear our prayers The ancient gods are waiting for the call From the seven trumpets
I can't even say that I care All I know is the minute you turn And he's suddenly there There won't be trumpets There are no trumpets Who needs trumpets
[Verse 1] Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep Takes me back way back
even say that I care! All I know is, the minute you turn And he's suddenly there, There won't be trumpets! There are no trumpets! Who needs trumpets?
Hear the sound; from the throne, tears abound...
Enough pictures drawn in the sand Of everything we wish we'd been Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise Enough careless talk about giving
Countin' trumpets on the wall firey flame will kill us all And I hear trumpets ringing in my head before I go to sleep Takes me back way back when we
il primo, e si formo grandine e fuoco mescolati con sangue, che si rovesciavano sulla terra, e ne fu arsa la terza parte... La prima tromba fu la sciagura
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At the trumpets of Jericho Still the walls remain At the trumpets of Jericho Avalon's in chains At the trumpets of Jericho There the grail remains At the trumpets
, leave me When I shake, I shake off everything Boogie woogie woogie woogie woogie woogie woogie Marchin? down the town road Watchin? through my window Snare drum and banjo Hear the trumpets
Enough pictures drawn in the sand, Of everything we wish we'd been, Just to watch them wash out when the waters rise. Enough careless talk about giving
Hear the call for war; let the trumpets of doom sound Choose your weapon, march towards the battleground Majestic hordes of boundless fury Striving for
