Here in a church a small boy in kneeling
He prays to a God he doesn't know, he cannot feel
All of his sins of childhood he will remember
He will not cry, tears he will not cry
Man of sorrows, I won't see your face
Man of sorrows, you left without a trace
His small boy wonders what was it all about
Is your journey over, has it just begun?
A vision of a new world from the ashes of the old
Do what thou wilt he screams from his cursed soul
A tortured seer, a prophet of our emptiness
Wondering why, wondering why
A man of sorrow's wrecked with thoughts that dare not speak their name
Trapped inside a body made to feel only guilt and shame
His anger all his life, I hate myself, he cried
Do what thou wilt, do what thou wilt, he cried
Has it just begun?
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Lo maximo Bruce (Y).
MUY BUENA MUSICA COOL SALUDOS A TOD@S:
les dejo mi email para toda la gente metal: firstname.lastname@example.org
No Soy Bruce
BRUCE DICKINSON ES LA HOSTIA
hola quisiera que me den la taduccion de zulu lulu porfa saludos y pudranse
hola... quiero aprender la cancion All The Young Dudes y no puedo.. :(:(: que mal..