слова песни Dark Millennium - My Repertory Of Grey
Rearing the look from the sun
I would never know the latest
day I woke up in the cold broke
that I promised, fading away, my light.
Tell me, my repertory, if this will last
what more they want my pride
to give
and why - I ask you why am I
the only figure
kept alive.
They had to do what
was to do and
did what in the mind
of a force known as the
sense of man
got banned and mystified...
So lead me back,
my repertory of grey
where I belong and never can