Песня: Dead Souls Someone take these dreams away
That point me to another day
I drew a personality.
That stretch all true realities
They keep calling me.
They keep calling me.
Keep on calling me.
They keep calling me
Where figures from the past stand tall
And mocking voices ring of blood.
Imperialistic house of prayer
Conquistadors who took their share
They keep calling me.
Keep on calling me.
They keep calling me.
Keep on calling me.
[Whispered]
Calling me.
Calling me.
Calling me.
Calling me.
[x2]
They keep calling me.
Keep on calling me.
They keep calling me.
Keep on calling me.
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