Dirt 歌词

Teardrops, no borders A shy king, forgotten Fighting his blinded soldiers No mater, where they will be gone The shy king has been wondering All those years floating on and on Fears are still calling For soldiers are still flying The shy king has been suffering All those years floating on and on Screams are still howling For soldiers are still lying Lying in dirt See them lying in dirt See them lying in dirt See them lying in dirt Holy dirt The sons of perished Are lost in the Sun No sounds of fear Spectacular grave The sounds of terror Red dust in the skies No sons no fear Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Teardrops, no border A shy king, forgotten Fighting with the blind No matter, all gone Lying in dirt See them lying in dirt See them lying in dirt See them lying in dirt Holy dirt Teardrops, no border A shy king, forgotten Fighting with the blind No matter, all gone The sons of the perished Are lost in the Sun No sounds of fear Spectacular grave The sounds of terror Red dust in the skies No sons no fear Spectacular proof The sons of the perished Are lost in the Sun No sounds of fear Spectacular grave The sounds of terror Red dust in the skies No sons no fear Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Spectacular proof Spectacular proof