Cornfields of Mars - Summer Hell | Текст песни

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Dawn is burning
The empty streets,
Windows humming
To southern winds.

Night is struggling,
All in vain
Again;
Fire comes
And washes me
Away.

The sun is rising!
The sun is rising!

Boiling whiskey
Can't cool my heart,

My filthy shelter
Is torn apart;

My head's blazing
Hard with pain
Again;
Summer hell
Is burning me
Away.

The sun is rising!
This fucking sun is rising!

The sun is rising,
The stars are falling;
The fire's spreading,
Hell's bells are tolling!

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