Der Geist des Autors

E N D   O F   F E A R

The night was late when seventeen horses
Chased into town to steel the blue
The day was young when seventeen riders
Have drawn their swords one of them was you

    People have lived with several forces
And mind control with lies so clear
You’re running wild with heavy horses
Today‘s the day of the
End Of Fear

 The government sends mighty soldiers
You hit them down with bloody blade
You take with you the prime minister
He has to pay for the endless shame

  I see her eyes
She’s afraid of what she saw
Can’t realize
That the time has come
To fight the beast
And that the hordes of fearless waiting
In the east
Stand beside my horse

   We have to join
The alliance of Devil’s hordes
To stay alive
And fight the blue daemon
So look around
All news agencies are controlled
We have no choice
We must destroy them all

   The God of blue has banned all thinking
To gather all the folk of fear
But we will stand against their machines
Today is the day of the
End Of Fear


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