Tonight I can't fly, there are tears in my eye,
Sky is black, life is emptyOnly candle buns in my
A Harp of a BardTold me a storyAbout british kingsAbout
Cannot believe in itBut it was as matter of factTime
It is not dreamIt's so realYou're erapingOnly screamGates of hellOn
We're lifting gold cupsFor our fing ArthurTorches burn on the
Gothic shadowsEvoke the horrorSharp towersPierce the skyUnreal beautyCreated by
Many years agoI met an old manWich had lived in
When I was a little boyFather told me about this
Day is breakingA plain is emptyOnly stonesSilently standThey remember blood
Come to this townAnd hear the silenceLast human shelterPasses under
Gold Sun rose over a fieldTwo armies stood vis-a-visSteel swords
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