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Do I do? Things I do? Why I'm still feeling so cold?
Is it snow or being old now? I can't swallow no pride. No more
sun.
No more horrors to go wailing over these old empty streets.
Being dim, in this slimy Inn, I keep sinking
- I keep thinking is there trace of mind here?
Then I drew the frame
It kept bouncing, it kept bouncing, it kept rolling inside my
empty top.
From now on, I try to live.
This night is armored with hate, the knight is the army of
me.
No more reign and no more fame, nothing new comes near to me.
All these fools with army boots on, and they march around the hall!
I don't feel a thing. I'm not ready to serve.
Set me up and drive your car, Perce Sledge & Shangri-Las
Rain keeps floating in my mouth now hear the sound of mercy's feet!
Cannot move a thing, cannot prove I'm here.
Chorus:
Can you hear the roaming ahead?
Do you see the circle above?
When the night had tied us apart.
Spoken:
Final question mentioned here, do I leave this, do I dare?
Been through so many files now. Coldness rises to my knees.
Found the band that held my head. Do you feel some kind of light?
All the engines start to roam. All the boots start their stamping!
Can you sense a thing? Is that a sinner's call?
Chorus:
Can you hear the roaming ahead?
Do you see the circle above?
When the night had tied us apart.
Do you see the circle above?
Do you see the raising of the bow?
When the night had tied us apart.
Can you hear the roaming ahead?
Do you fear the crown disappear?
When the night had tied us apart.
When the night is coldness in my arms. Do you see the halo above?
The knight is the army of dawn. Dawn. Dawn. Dawn..
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