C / Chimaera / The Funeral - When a King Kneels Down
Steps through the hall, alone, no soul's by my side, Climbing up the stairs to the halls of pride
Downfall to the knees. A great awe I feel. Silent screams of Pain.- Downfall doesn't ashame me
Open the door, a beam of light shines in the room, White winged servants all around, leaving soon.
Removing my helmet, my gauntlets and my sword, Greet the lady with a nodding, utter a single word. I came to greet thy audience, lee here to pay thee awe I came to hear thy orders, thy word's the highest law
I kneel to hold by hand, listen as thou breathe My forehead on thy hand, pray for thy relief.
Downfall to the knees. A great awe I feel. Silent screams of Pain - Downfall doesn't ashame me
When a warlord, a king kneels down he kneels in shame or awe As shame's unknown to the realm He kneel before his mother, his adorance he'll show
Downfall to the knees. A great awe I feel. Silent screams of Pain.- Downfall doesn't ashame me
I greet thee farewell, thy realm shall see thy shining gold A statue, made of the finest stones, in the castle's center will be standing tall The bards will travel throughout the land, telling people of thy life, Our children offspring shall remember for the time has come to end the strife The dragon takes thee to the skies, with frozen blood we stand, Fiery breath, finally unites thee with thy land Close my helmet for my people shall not see my strength falter, Be blessed, thy soul, my queen, to the father it will wander... Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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