Final Fantasy - Cockatrice текст песни

Текст песни Cockatrice - FINAL FANTASY



Oh basilisk, oh cockatrice
The prophet was a child of flesh
Stolen from the family creche
And hidden in the wilderness
A statue on a steepletop
The prophet's now a man of rock
The hundred thousand in his flock
Will gather underneath-a him
Owen and I walk among the plots
I'm guided by the slightest touch
With his fingertips upon my neck
I'm made to be a marionette
He asks me how I'd rather go
To burn in the fire or freeze with the snow
Well I'd rather die painful and alone
Than be a prophet turned to stone
So: Owen, Owen protect me
From a life everlasting
Owen, Owen protect me
From a life everlasting



Авторы: Owen Pallett


Final Fantasy - Spectrum, 14th Century
Альбом Spectrum, 14th Century
дата релиза
30-09-2008




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