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The Lion
Unexplored territory,
On the road to sacred ground.
The final resting place for angels (angels),
The holy tomb, not meant to find.
Marching on, digging deeper,
Finding icons that this world should never see.
By the nightfall, at the borderline,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
In the dark jungle, waiting,
The vicious king of predators.
Immortals burning in the fire (fire),
Beyond the land where lions roar.
Marching on, digging deeper,
Finding icons that this world should never see.
By the nightfall, at the borderline,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
At the borderline,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
[Solo]
By the nightfall, at the borderline,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
At the borderline,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
I'm the lion, when it comes down to the wire.
I'm the lion, I'm the lion.
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
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The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
I'm the lion, I'm the lion.
I'm the lion, when it comes down to the wire.
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
Where it comes down to the wire.
At the borderline,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the nightfall, at the borderline,
[Solo]
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
Where it comes down to the wire.
At the borderline,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the nightfall, at the borderline,
Finding icons that this world should never see.
Marching on, digging deeper,
Beyond the land where lions roar.
Immortals burning in the fire (fire),
The vicious king of predators.
In the dark jungle, waiting,
The hunters of the holy fear the lion.
By the river, under clear blue skies,
Where it comes down to the wire.
By the nightfall, at the borderline,
Finding icons that this world should never see.
Marching on, digging deeper,
The holy tomb, not meant to find.
The final resting place for angels (angels),
On the road to sacred ground.
Unexplored territory,
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