Текст песни On the Rise - Frontliner
The
drone,
the
whistle,
the
*thunderous*
sound
It
seared
their
eyes,
it
shook
the
ground
One
hundred
thousand
voices
lift
While
ashes
like
dirty
snowfall
drift
The
clouds
of
purple
blowing
gas
The
tiny
sun
is
rising
fast
Your
star
is
on
the
rise
Fire
on
high
and
fire
below
Fire
on
high
and
fire
below

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