Morgan Delt Barbarian Kings Lyrics

Verse 1:
The thought of one more [?]
Like a [?] guard your [?]
But when [?] are echoing through the halls
Flying to freedom, fly a hundred foot

Chorus:
Bells ring when things get out of hand
Barbarian kings come crash your paradise

Verse 2:
[?] buried deep in [?] of dust
[?] stretch to reach the fray
Behind a pair of [?] golden rust
Feed parasitic [?]


Chorus:
Bells ring when things get out of hand
Barbarian kings come crash your paradise

Bridge:
[?] to preserve [?] beauty [?] thousand [?] dust [?]

Verse 3:
[?] your senses [?]

Bells ring when things get out of hand
Barbarian kings come crash your paradise