Ghosts of a Dead Empire
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Lyrics
One score for stepparents and the Seven Dwarves Falling all over yourselves To be the fairest in the land Slavery to a cruel idol Slavery to a hollow fable Don't forget that your Aryan lust has led To one hundred men hanging from trees amid the circling crows And as only the obscure know, the tainted fruit never ends They opened your mouth and they poured in the good of the land Then they claimed and leashed you to their heavenly plan Along with the failed ruins of their version of eternal grace
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Song Details
- Duration
- 11:04
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 80 BPM