Soul Intruders (исполнитель: Bruce Dickinson)
We ride the cosmic streams of time We are the fools who came to [bad word] We blind the eyes of history We tear ourselves down from your cross Hope flies, we live again Half-lives, now we are one We're the Soul [bad word] and the worwling void of night We're the Soul [bad word] and we're crying for the light We're the Soul [bad word] we ignore our father on And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown Solid winds have taken hold Blowing us where we do not know Existence silent and unknown Fire the Sun and?????????????? Hope flies, each but never kill Half-lives, we live as well We're the Soul [bad word] and the worwling void of night We're the Soul [bad word] and we're crying for the light We're the Soul [bad word] we ignore our father on And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown Half-lives, he but never kill Hope flies, we live as well We're the Soul [bad word] and the worwling void of night We're the Soul [bad word] and we're crying for the light We're the Soul [bad word] we ignore our father on And the soul survivors but who sits on my thrown