One morning the duke then
Is looking down the courtyard
A sight
Put in chaines the poor girl suffered
And the duke creates
Es ward ein Mädchen, sie ward gar nicht alt
Jung und
A tradition old and cruel
It`s rulers pleasure, it`s peasant`s pain
A
A river cuts the land in half
Each side of it
hathor and anubis have
awaked
their cold breath is
spreading
in the valley of
when comes the time
where a new age begins
and where religions
But still, the wise man`s visionCould never change the duke`s
shadow like london's vice is creeping throughthe nightprotected ? by
It´s springtime and close to juneForest and country are fresh
Anonymous and all in blackHis right-tightly holding the axeThe axe-inevitable
Legendary and fairytaleAppeared Mesapotamia to thegreekso he advanced with hisar
A young aristocrat came toParisTo marriage Margot the King`sSister(But his
At the court of the dukeThere lives an old magicanWho
A scientist drifts in his boat thesilent river downHe follows
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