Paroles originales
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The prince of the cherubs
The second order of the angels
Living a life term with death in his hands
Yet he's about to learn the lows
In a grave you'll sleep tonight, with thoughts of the dead
In a grave you'll sleep
The prince of the cherubs
He always brings us down
The look on his face, the smell on his breath
As he takes his place, below
