Frosty and ice-cold days A touch without senses Thus the king of swords Is waiting long for his pray
After all, king of every swords You cannot be the muse of my soul Don't even, it's all in vain There's no need for your heart's pain Hard game
Clever and willy conqueror Somehow it is suspicious My soul is freezing in your kingdom My ice king
After all, king of every swords You cannot be the muse of my soul Don't even, it's all in vain There's no need for your heart's pain Hard game
A living flower is blooming yet In the altar of my soul But my flower is dying, look If you're nearing with your frozen thoughts
After all, king of every swords You cannot be the muse of my soul Don't even, it's all in vain There's no need for your heart's pain Hard game
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