Альбом End of all days
The wall inside, he built to defend himself.
He needs to hide, to keep independency.
The race is on, it can't be won.
A fortress in you head
one step among the dead.
Security for fear,
a fortress, caging in
for what you're here.
The pain inside, disappoinments everyday.
To keep his pride he can't find a better way (than)
to lock his mind, though he'll lose life.
A fortress in you head
one step among the dead.
Security for fear,
a fortress, caging in
for what you're here.
A fortress in you head
one step among the dead.
Security for fear,
a fortress in you head, oh.
A fortress caging in,
unreal behind your grin.
Security is lie,
a fortress caging in untill you die.
Тяжело писать беспристрастный обзор альбома, который является твоим самым любимым, но все же я попробую преодолеть желание расхваливать XIII и остановлюсь лишь на фактах.
С середины 90х годов в Rage наметилась...
10 из 10, Rick