كلمات Foliage

In the undergrowth, where there is no hope. Neath the lions cage, grows the foliage. In the darkened cell, where no one can tell. Hear the cry of rage, through the foliage. When the moon is white and the sun shines bright. Look towards the east and the golden beast. As the mist descends,as the world pretends. Hear the cry of rage, through the foliage. Children of the night, as they hide from sight. Neath the lions cage, where there is no age. As his breath draws near, they must show no fear. For when they must fall, they must surely, die....... In the foliage......