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Get on your throne and kill them allBlind ancestors are walking straight in your feverCut all your roots, eat the forbidden fruitUnder your feet your conscience is asleepThey come, here they come, shining ghosts with eyes of goldThey come, here they come, it's time to raise your swordShining ghosts with eyes of goldShining ghosts with eyes of goldSignals are here crying eyes with milky tearsIn the cold night let your anger be your lightThey come, here they come, shining ghosts with eyes of goldThey come, here they come, it's time to raise your swordShining ghosts with eyes of goldShining ghosts with eyes of goldShining ghosts with eyes of goldShining ghosts with eyes of goldShining ghosts with eyes of goldShining ghosts with eyes of gold... From Letras Mania