Текст песни Armada - Fortunes Fool

Текст:

Faces flame persuing they don't seem to care. Fortunes fool the loser, hunted from his lair. On- snow fields, darkly he runs. Following shadows of distant suns. Driven from his earth den, into the pale sun. For the rich man's pleasure, and the poor man's fun. On- the snow fields, darkly he runs. Following shadows, of distant suns. Hunter hunted, seeks release from the kill, In submission, not in dying he will, Forfeit freedom, know the anguish I've seen, Torn in body, but his pride will feel pain. Death eyes seek him, then the answer is there, Hopes in Susan, and in choice there's no fear, Sweet salvation, armed with moving highway, Silver weeds turn, on the place where he lays. Hunter hunted, seeks release from the kill, In submission, not in dying he will, Forfeit freedom, all the anguish I've seen, Torn in body, but his pride will feel pain. (Sammy Rimington, Nina Buck)

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