Mob Rules The Glance Of Fame
A strong wind's going down the western shore
A high tide's floating
Get's around the world
He could see the rivers flowing
He could hear the feathered cry
And all his thoughts were still ongoing
It's worth to have a try
Lived his dreams about the stratosphere - cold and
clear
This kind of magic
Still earthbound in heaven
The world gets insane
His name is constantly shining
In the glance on his fame
Thirteen days and few hours
He could manage it, dreams came true
Launched his flight, could never fall
A last view to home town
Mighty clouds with rain and blizzard
No more green fields on the ground
Recognized the mighty wizard
He never gives a second round
Lived his dreams about the stratosphere - cold and
clear
This kind of magic
Still earthbound in heaven
The world gets insane
His name is constantly shining
In the glance on his fame
Still earthbound
A sky session
It's the world in his flame
This light is constantly shining
The glance of his name
Lived his dreams about the stratosphere - cold and
clear
Failed the reach the empty space beyond the earth
The world of magic
Still earthbound in heaven
The world gets insane
His name is constantly shining
In the glance on his fame.
