गीत निर्देशांक
ENमूल बोल
अनुवाद अभी उपलब्ध नहीं है। मूल बोल दिखाए जा रहे हैं।
Whistle and they will come to fry
Iron into their own hide
Self branded in style for the slavery
To exemplify a worship that will steer
Their volatile allegiance is guaranteed
(with full bellies and empty minds...)
At times a few wise do revolt
Whose forefathers voiced the brazen bull
They squander their spit in useless warnings
A librarian's crusade for the illiterate
On the hunt for a wivern
A tiny tentacle of a much bigger beast
Whose flesh is ground for mankind
Like a dog, is a land to his lice
(Embody an object of worship...)
Time to pour gasoline down the anthill
The mob is armed
The livestock is corralled
The geese are sent to march
A few wise still do revolt
Newcomers in a long string of martyrs
Still they squander their spit in useless warnings
A librarian's crusade for the illiterate
(On the trail of a hollow armor)
Enticed paint by number rebellion
On the hunt for a wivern
A tiny tentacle of the Leviathan
