Текст песни Afterwind - Games Of The Tyrants

V.1

Look to the skies.
The stars are falling down.
They're burning us with the
Explosive heat.

The war has come.
It's falling from above.
With deadly gifts,
Which we can't stop and leave
Behind.

B.1

Rise!
Rise, or die.
Rise! [2x]

B. 2

The last chance to live is lost.
No one can tell all the world.
It's hard to sell your lives for bullets
And to be a soldier now.

All what you can see abroad -
Proud speeches of big brothers,
But there'e nothing inconveinent
For the people now. [2x]

За вторым разом бэк:
Please help us!
Please save us!
We are the pawns
In this game. [2x]

Chorus.

Please help us.
Please save us.
We are the pawns
In the game of the tyrants.

Without sense
And reason,
Only the tools
And the life is a prison. [2x]

V. 2

Look to the ground.
It's dry and frozen land.
We've taken everything
And sold to devil's slaves.

The thunderstorm
Will cut the world again.
With scissors of the war
Will shed rivers of pain.

B. 2

Chorus.

[pre-solo]

Burn in flames! [2x]
Death in flames! [2x]

[solo 1.]
[solo 2.]

Chorus.
[Modulation]
Chorus.