Zodiac
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Lyrics
London, 1935 An eclipse sun is on the rise Feel the wrath of every ray As you are swiftly cast away Sometimes, at night their screams are turned to fog As they gather around the demagogue Battle the night, the wind was oh so cold Now, the chosen variable's controlled Sometimes, at night their screams are turned to fog This night will be their epilogue They light their torches and they all descend This is how the trial [world] will end
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Song Details
- Duration
- 02:37
- Key
- 7
- Tempo
- 170 BPM