A vision, comes to the seer It fills my brain, I see your pain The nineteenth, nineteenth of March I see you've marked the Ides of March Kiss of the
Thinking of an age old dream, places I have never seen, Fantasies lived times before. I split my brain, melt through the floor. Over clouds my mind will
vision, comes to the seer, It fills my brain, I see your pain The nineteenth, nineteenth of March, I see you've marked the Ides of March Kiss of the
[Iron Maiden Cover] Thinking of an age old dream, places I have never seen, Fantasies lived times before. I split my brain, melt through the floor.
Fordítás: Acél próféta. A Ides március / Purgatórium.
Fordítás: Acél próféta. Ides március.
