16 years,
16 banners united over the field
Where the good shepherd grieves
desperate men
Desperate women divided
spreading their wings
Beneath the falling leaves
Fortune calls, I step forth from the shad
ows to the marketplace
Merchants and thieves hungry for power,
my last deal gone down
She's smelling sweet like the mead
ows where she was born
On
Midsummer's
Eve, near the tower
A cold -blooded moon
The captain waits above
the celebration
He's sending his thoughts to
a beloved maiden
Whose ebony face is bey
ond communication
The captain's down,
still believing that his
And love will be repaid
They shaved her head
She was torn between
Jupiter and
Apollo
A messenger arrived
With a black nightingale
I seen her on the stairs
And I could not help but follow
Follower down past the fountain
where they lifted her veil
I stumbled to my feet
I rode past destruction
In the ditches with the stitches
Still mending beneath a heart
-shaped tattoo
Renegade priests and
treacherous young witches
Go ahead and hang out the flowers,
flowers that I've given to you
The palace of mirrors,
where dark soldiers are reflected
The endless road,
and the wailing of chimes
The empty rooms,
where a memory is protected
Where the angels' voices whisper
to the souls of previous times
She wakes him up 48 hours later
The sun is breaking near
broken chains
Mountain and wall and rolling rock
She's begging to know
What measures he now will be taking
He's pulling her down
And she's clutching onto his
long golden locks
Gentleman, he said
I don't need your organization
I've shined your shoes
I've moved your mountains
and marked your cards
But even in
His burning
Either brace yourself for elimination
Or else your hearts must have the courage
For the changing of the gods
Peace will come
With tranquility and splendor on the wheels
of fire
But we'll bring no reward
when our false idols
fall
And cruel death surrenders with its pale
Ghost retreatin' between the king and the queen of swords
Thank watching!