From the gentle hills of Geneva
To the somber castle of Slovakia
To the dead dusty ruins of Athens
With quivering body
To the somber castle of Slovakia
To the dead dusty ruins of Athens
With quivering body
A twenty eight years old soul
Robed in sable of woe
Screams inside
A screaming tide
A foaming romance
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