Lirik Lagu Polka Wars - Alfonso.
Called into the art of faking life
It swirls on and on
Like a fire
The seven seas have hold the arms of old
Time will cease the hope
Of vagueness in dispose
Day each day, so beautiful
We'll remember her
I rest assure you so
Forsake the hour
I can't even relent
The sin and vanity that you
The smell of empathy that you resent
As if you own the land
Heard about the virgin says
Out of blue comes the red
Flee the king, in comes the queen
Suck you dry for
I'll just laugh at your forlorn
Dare you take beyond the home
I'll devour the sun
From your youthful Babylon
Take your vest upon the mire
Grace the care, relieve the realm
Honor me in your descent
Bless the pyre in old world scent
The calling of your time will be fair
But the dream won't come today
And oh, the calling of your time will be fair
But the dream won't come today, my king