Текст песни Ill Angelic - 100 Torches

Текст:

100 torches burn These streets are crawling to the taste of blood They beat their fist against my door tonight 100 hearts have turned They’re screaming murderer your time has come Looks like they’ll hang me from a tree tonight So long, so long, so long, so long… Hold your head up high As I hang our colors fly It’s freedom over blackened skies And let this memory burn a lasting fire So long, so long, so long, so long… A shattered windowpane, a lifeless body’s lying at their feet They’ll beat their fists into my head tonight And so we’ll start the game, the horse that drags me ‘till I stop screaming These thirsty streets will have their fill tonight So long, so long, so long, so long… Hold your head up high As I hang our colors fly It’s freedom over blackened skies And let this memory burn a lasting fire You’ll cry for death they said We’ll make this easy just apologize I’ll take my chances with your rope Goodbye

;