Unconcerned with the ebb and flow of life and death Carries the ageless message of your love from age to age
Should guilty seek asylum here Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin Should a sinner make his way to this mansion All his past sins are to be washed away Wash it all away...
The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes Shed tears from their eyes...
The sycophant asylum Where no one knows how far it goes but that’s okay In this world this edifice has been made To display thereby our glory
O king you are no more Your empire has vanished Your throne lies shattered Your minstrels sing no more
Despite all this, the courier of your love untarnished by time Unwearied, unmoved by the rise and the fall of empires Unconcerned with the ebb and flow of life and death, the ageless message In death she lives, headless and waiting Till these minstrels sing no more
The sight of this mansion creates sighs And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
