Testo Stormfront - Inertia

Stormfront

All at peace
The great has sent you back
All alone
Your soul is turning black
In the realm
Of endless fields of passion
Your game is on the track
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High
In the world
Of deep and darkest thought
The blade has cut
Through all that you had brought
Kiss the earth
And make a pack to battle
The forces that have fought
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High
One, two, three
And the skies descend on you
It’s a fantasy
Reeling over the death of culture
High