The Final Battle - Nostradameus

The Final Battle - Nostradameus

Альбом
The Prophet Of Evil
Год
2005
Язык
`Inglês`
Длительность
700320

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Letra da música " The Final Battle "

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The Final Battle

Nostradameus

Here we are, we stand together, fighting for what’s right

We’re marching on towards the palace, soon it is in sight

Does the evil prophet knows that we’re coming, will he be prepared to die

Has he understand the signs that’s written in the sky

The prophet of evil is standing proud and tall until the end of time

The prophet of evil he doesn’t know the time is running out for him,

I curse his soul

What is this, an ambush, it’s a smaller unit enemies

It seems to me we are expected, I wonder how he was able to see…

As we’re marching into the city I see, enemy troops on the streets facing me

Hundreds of them, thousands of them, behind them there I see:

The prophet of evil…

(Prince / The people:)

We still remember, how it used to be

In this fair land, before he came

To tear apart, he is to blame (x2)

(The prince:)

We fight, we fight, the sun shines so bright

We fight for our brothers and for what is right

We fight, we fight, we can see the light

Defeating the enemy before the night

Our arms are strong, we’re fighting what’s wrong

Respect our opponent, we know that he’s strong

See you, see me, and what we will be

Guardians of justice, strong proud and free

Our men are fighting brave in front of me

And I don’t beleive in what I see

The evil forces seems to kneel for me

The prophet escapes and now I see

Now I understand, they’re in my command

Get after the wiz someone says in my mind

I follow him into the palace, my home

And suddenly I find myself all alone

But then I see, up the stairs there he is

I’m grabbing my light-sabre, how can I miss

He’s facing the wall and got nowhere to go

I look into his eyes, I’m making this slow

Now you will pay for what you did, you see

To my father, to my mother and to me

I stab my sabre thru his heart

But he’s laughing and his clothes just falls apart

(Solo Michael / Jesse / Michael / Michael)

(The people:)

The prophet of evil is dead and gone, defeated by the son of the crown

The prophet of evil he will no longer lead us into misery, cursed be his soul

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