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Sixt
een ye
ars,
Sixt
een
banners un
ited over the
field
Where the g
ood shepherd gri
eves.
Desperate m
en, d
espe
rate
women di
vided,
Spreading their
wings 'neath the
fall
ing l
eaves.
Verse
Fort
une cal
ls.
I st
epped
forth from the s
hadows, to the marketp
lace,
Merchants and th
ieves, hungry for po
wer, my last deal gone d
own.
She's s
melling
sweet like the m
eadows where she was b
orn,
On midsummer's e
ve, n
ear the t
ower.
Verse
The
cold-
blooded
moon.
The c
apta
in w
aits above the cele
bration
Sending his t
houghts to a
belo
ved m
aid
Whose ebony
face
is b
ey
ond communic
ation.
The captain is d
own but still bel
ieving that his
love will
be r
epaid.
Verse
They s
haved
her
head.
She w
as
torn between Jupiter and
Apollo.
A messenger arr
ived with a b
lack ni
ghtingale.
I seen her on the st
airs
and
I c
ouldn't help but f
ollow,
Follow her d
own past the fo
untain where they l
ifted u
p her ve
il.
Verse
I st
umbled to my
feet.
I r
ode past de
struction in the d
itches
With the stitch
es still
mending 'neath a
heart-shaped ta
ttoo.
Renegade p
riests
and
t
reacherous young
witches
Were h
anding out the f
lowers that I
'd gi
ven to y
ou.
Verse
T
he p
alace of
mirrors
Where d
og so
ldiers are reflec
ted,
The endless
road and the
wailing of
chimes,
The empty
rooms w
here h
er m
emory is prot
ected,
Where the a
ngels' voices wh
isper to the
souls of p
revious t
imes.
Verse
She
wakes
him
up
Forty-e
ight hours l
ater, the sun is b
reaking
Near broken c
hains, mountain l
aurel and rolling r
ocks.
She's begging to
know
what m
easures
he now will be ta
king.
He's pulling her d
own and she's clu
tching on to his l
ong g
olden
locks.
Verse
Gentle
men, he s
aid,
I do
n't n
eed your organiz
ation, I've shined your s
hoes,
I've moved your m
ountains and marked your c
ards
But Eden is b
urning,
eith
er br
ace yourself for elimi
nation
Or else your
hearts must have the c
ourage for the c
hanging
of the gu
ards.
Verse
Peace w
ill c
ome
With
tranq
uility and sp
lendor on the wheels of
fire
But will b
ring us no rew
ard when her false idols
fall
A n
d c
ruel death surr
enders with its
pale ghost retr
eating
Between the K
ing and the
Queen of S
words.
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