Texty písní Deadsoul Tribe

Deadsoul Tribe

To My Beloved...

When the rains of the Earth stood still

In the faith of the darkest will

Sorcerers of the ageless one

Cursed the world for the days to come

In the gaze of the Pharaoh

Through the midnight the desert wind

Cold as serpent skin

To the scorching Cairo days

High noon, the Sun ablaze

We dragged great stones through the Egypt sands

Built the walls with shackled hands

Lived and died by the priests demands

Sweet Mary

Sweet Mary

My heart is broken

Now my soul is dead

The word is spoken

Sweet Mary

Sweet Mary

One day I'm gonna break this cage

Unleash this human rage

Crush their bones underneath these stones

Sweet Mary

Sweet Mary

More than life could give

While seasons turned, I devised my plan

The perfect way we could make our stand

We'll mark this day with blood-red stains

They've got whips but we've got chains

And we've got the numbers, nearly ten-to-one

When their eyes are blind by the setting Sun

We'll rise up to engage them

Sweet Mary

Sweet Mary