W.a.s.p. - Lake Of Fools - Sözleri

Fifty million miles below my feet 

There's a lot of people 

I'd like to meet 

There's theives and killers 

Harlots and whores 

All were misguided 

But not any more... 



So I see their fate 

In the black of the doom 

Waves of fire in the storm 

Creatures howl at the moon 

They're screaming intensly 

Their cries are heard for miles 

A prince resides there 

Lake of fools, burning wild












		
			



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