Текст песни The Unforgiven - Ангар 18

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The mystery of a thousand years is slain
For a place in a black chair
Everything that was there is forgotten
All the craftsmen abandoned their crafts.
They blew up this tomb
Hoping to hide for two weeks
From the eyes of the inhabitants of another planet
But the plans ran aground.

Hangar 18 kept a sensation
for higher authority
Hangar 18 kept misfortune
for higher authority

All ruins mock
Over you, bad power
President is elected,
But you have no more rights
Alien machine
Will never fly away
From the eyes of the inhabitants of this planet
She only keeps black gloom