The ramparts are standing so frail tonight Surrounding the pleasure of our play This view feels so exposed and haunted Now, hold me near to your heart
Oh listen, something's rustling at the door Extended shadows looming tall This night a cold breeze is greeting me Now, hold me near to your heart
I'll drop my pants on King's New Square To the Queen, the colours or any passing bore Well, I am the king of sun and air Yeah, I am the king but what-do-we-care?
I fell into your arms, and now I feel so weak I fell into your arms, and now I'm repeating it So please hold me near, my friend Because I'm not feeling that very well Or am I?
Oh, down into these peculiar heights I'm sinking again Your soft and blurred voice Your friendly face fades aside
I can endure the blow of any canonball While keeping the blind eye shut Pissing my signature in the snow God bless the Realm of Decay
The night of thousands of suns ablaze Scenes of dripping ink and the heavy blade Hanging over our heads ready to give in Can't you feel it's coming down, it's coming down for sure
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