Tamaryn - Metal Beasts | Текст песни

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• Tamaryn
• Metal Beasts

"the streets of Paris are lonely and hiding,

the face of its statues are cold and they’re taunting me.

I climb the mane of the cast-iron lions,

they were spitting in the fountains swimming with sanctity.

A cacti bed leaves a prickly incision,

Your dirt of bright red, eroding face of fire.

I take a picture drowning underwater,

I’m taming metal beasts and crashing in the desert”