Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Впервые здесь? Я Роха — провести быструю экскурсию?
Ар, просто ваши позиции по-моему сильно расходятся, поэтому я и предположил.
They will finally feel the flames
Flames that run down through my veins
I will make this city burn
We're not planning to return
я не считаю 0:-*
They will finally feel the flames
Flames that run down through my veins
I will make this city burn
We're not planning to return