Текст и слова песни I Shalt Become – Leaving Watership Down
A prophet saw the fields run red
In belief of nightmares and happenstance
Crawling from the later
The rats come in swarms...
Pestilence, seduction, plague and death.
In belief of nightmares and happenstance
Crawling from the later
The rats come in swarms...
Pestilence, seduction, plague and death.
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