King Crimson - The Howler текст песни

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Here is the angel of the worlds desire

Placed on trial

To hide in shrouded alley sihouettes

With cigarette coiled

To stike at passing voices

Dark and suspect

Here is the howling ire

Here is the sacred face of rendevous

In subway sour

Whose grand delusions prey like intellect

In lunatic minds

Intent and focused on

The long thin matches

To light the howling fire...

No, no, not me,

Burn, I dont wanna burn.....

Текст песни King Crimson - The Howler The Howler
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