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МузыкаIron Maiden - Brighter Than a Thousand Suns
Brighter Than a Thousand SunsWe are not the sons of GodWe are not his chosen people now We have crossed the path he trod We will feel the pain of his beginning Shadow fingers rise above Iron fingers stab the desert sky Oh behold the power of man On its tower, ready for the fall Knocking heads together well Raise a city, build a living hell Join the race to suicide Listen for the tolling of the bell Out of the universe, a strange love is born Unholy union, trinity reformed Yellow sun its evil twin in the black the winds deliver him We will split our souls within Atom seed to nuclear dust is riven Out of the universe, a strange love is born Unholy union, trinity reformed Out of the darkness, Brighter than a thousand suns Out of the darkness, Brighter than a thousand suns Out of the darkness, Brighter than a thousand suns Out of the darkness, Brighter than a thousand suns Bury your morals and bury your dead Bury your head in the sand E=MC squared you can't relate, How we made God With our hands Whatever would Robert have said to his God About how we made war with the Sun E=MC squared you can't relate, How we made God With our hands All nations are rising, Through acid veils of love and hate Chain letters of Satan Uncertainty leads us all to this All nations are rising, Through acid veils of love and hate Cold fusion and fury Divide and conquer while ye may Others preach and others fall and pray In the bunkers where we'll die There the executioners they lie Bombers launch with no recall Minutes warning of the missile fall Take a look at your last sky Guessing you wonт
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