CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Setting Sail
I'm sorry honey
Our ships are about to leave
Not waiting for funny
Battle awaits sword in my hand
In my heart
We wait
Then land
Now screaming
Battle planned
Invited to see
Climb to the top
The taking of land
Never enough
It's never enough
The things we must gain
A plague from the north
We arrive
Too late
Don't pray
Your illusions
Has to and
Our ships are about to leave
Not waiting for funny
Battle awaits sword in my hand
In my heart
We wait
Then land
Now screaming
Battle planned
Invited to see
Climb to the top
The taking of land
Never enough
It's never enough
The things we must gain
A plague from the north
We arrive
Too late
Don't pray
Your illusions
Has to and