As we're all roll down from hills
Silence is broken by the bell.
And the fate's thin thread slims.
Here and there you'd smell a spell
Of the Greatest One Fall.
And you'd work through any wall
But recall all last in cheers
In the iron boots of Rome.
Meaning men mean in their dream.
They all got nebulae's hell.
Clear the dirt here out of team
Of the angels ordered sell.
Who will buy this old damn soul?
You'd much higher on your own
Walk about the poison stream
In the iron boots of Rome.
Evil times make anvil pins.
Spirit is blocked in windy cell.
Someone got milk with the creams
Other has the empty shell.
When the sun will rise and shore
Will be lit up little more
You'll fly faster than it seems
In the iron boots of Rome.
The iron boots of Rome
© Copyright: Сордес Пилозус, 2013
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