as I look across the half empty fields
(these white faces soon to sleep away)
I hate to think that these holes will be filled when the time has come
(nothing more than cold ground and stone)
and I wonder how much time will be lost..
a price tag on death lives on the market
it's the price we pay for death.
Текст песни The Spirit of Versailles One
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