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Strike Anywhere

The Bells

The Bells

(альбом: Nightmares Of The West - 2020)

Ghosts on the river
Centuries old hypocrisies
The prisons past the estates
The broken sun through the train yard gates
A tunnel blocked when the seven hills shook underground
Where dreams and civic virtues
Are measured in bodies
This town

Through loudspeaker static
Hear the orders at dawn
This time we won't walk the earth
As targets or as pawns

And I
I hear the bells of St. Mark
When leaders and resistor's breath
Give me liberty, or give me death
And I
I hear the footsteps in the park
Believers in the Age of Reason fall
Union Hill to Masjid Bilal

Ghosts on the river
And centuries old hypocrisies
Prison past the estates
The broken sun through the train yard gate
A tunnel blocked when the seventh hill shook underground
When dreams and civic virtues
Are measured in bodies
This town (This town)

Through loudspeaker static
Hear the orders at dawn (Ready, aim!)
This time we won't walk the earth
As targets or as pawns

And I
I hear the bells of St. Mark
When leaders and resistor's breath
Control liberty and white-washed death
And I
I hear the footsteps in the park
Believers in the Age of Reason fall
Union Hill to Masjid Bilal

(No one remembers)
No one forgets
No one remembers
No one forgets
No one remembers at all
Till monuments fall

No one forgets (Aye!)
No one remembers
No one forgets (Aye!)
No one remembers
No one forgets (Aye!)
No one remembers at all
Till monuments fall

(Now, there's only people left)
No one remembers it all
Till monuments fall

Remembers it all, remembers it all (No one, no one, no!)
Remembers it all, remembers it (No one, no one, no!)
Remembers it all, remembers it all (No one, no one, no!)
Till monuments fall

Ghosts on the river
And centuries old hypocrisies (Monuments fall)
Prison past the estates
The broken sun through the train yard gate (Monuments fall)
A tunnel blocked when the seventh hill shook underground (Monuments fall)
When dreams and civic virtues
Are measured in bodies
This town (Monuments fall)

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