Текст песни Ария - Симфония огня

When we give the sun back
To the massacre of the dark forces
Three numbers will edit the ball.
Number four, five, one
It looks beautiful on the helmet
Let the ritual be done
And leave a deadly flurry
Ashes of Ages

Meaning of life for me
Rings of the symphony of fire
I will deliver our children
From dangerous false ideas

In the last fiery flight
Book birds fly away
They can not be returned already
My fire-ship hisses with a snake
Beat the page
They will shut up forever
And go straight to hell
To the ashes of centuries
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