Paroles de SOTS

Collosus staring through you Daring, mocking, staking, stalking Calling you out tenfold A test of your mettle, here at the threshold Standing alone this ring Quiet and calm All that he holds…six stones and a sling Somehow he’s not alarmed Quiet and calm Eyes of a vulture he raises his arm… Take aim Let fly Six stones and a sling Sights set on his eyes, mindful Unholy beast, ignorant, prideful With arrogance he gloats I’ll play the darkhorse Straight to the throat It’s the fear that keeps you here The penitent man lays low It’s the fear that keeps you here The penitent man lays low