The Battle for Tannhäuser Gate Songtext
von Gandalf’s Fist
The Battle for Tannhäuser Gate Songtext
Time has come on this hallowed day
All the voices I here all the passion play
And I do it all for you, all the little things you do
I have seen in your eyes, I have seen deep inside
But the battle has led me to you
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
And I don′t know why you don't fall this way
And the tears I cry will be lost in the rain
When you look me in the eye
And you say it′s time to die
I have seen ships ablaze
As we open the gate
But the fire that burned was inside
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
All the voices I here all the passion play
And I do it all for you, all the little things you do
I have seen in your eyes, I have seen deep inside
But the battle has led me to you
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
And I don′t know why you don't fall this way
And the tears I cry will be lost in the rain
When you look me in the eye
And you say it′s time to die
I have seen ships ablaze
As we open the gate
But the fire that burned was inside
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
I walked the fields of the dead in my sleep
All the while I hear cries on the wind
I will die in my boots should I fall on the noose
When the fields run red in the morning
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