Motörhead - King of Kings

Описание: King Of Kings
Motörhead

Behold the King, the King of Kings
On your knees dog. All hail

Bow down to the, bow down to the King
Bow down to the, bow down to the King

The King grinned red as he walked from the blaze
Where the traitor lost both his name and his face
Through the halls and the corridors stinging in blood
He tasted his grin and it tasted good
The King took his head. Left him broken and dead

Bow down to the, bow down to the King
Bow down to the, bow down to the King
Bow down to the, bow down to the King
The King left none living, none able to tell
The King took their heads and he sent them to hell
Their screams echoed loud in the place of their death
Ripped open they died. With their final breath
They hailed to the King, the King of Kings

Bow down to the, bow down to the King
Bow down to the, bow down to the King
Bow down to the, bow down to the King

Into the dirt, his will be done
Now feel your fear, there can be only one

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The King is here, now feel your fear
The King of Kings

All hail, all hail the King
On your knees, on your knees for the King

The King of Kings, there is only one