Turn up the music way up loud Dress yourself up in a shroud The crayon fabric colors stains ... into buckets filled with rain And dance the dance of
I choose to be his confidant And to keep him from the fire I choose to be quietly discreet If that is his desire I touch with gossamer wings To be quiet
Breathe in deep Smell these halls of hate Carve your name into these walls before it is too late Cold and twisted They resisted What was I to do All
breathe in deep smell these halls of hate carve your name into these walls before it is too late cold and twisted they resisted what was I to do
Traducció: Kamelot. Elizabeth: III. Caure en desgràcia.
: breathe in deep smell these halls of hate carve your name into these walls before it is too late cold and twisted they resisted what was I to
Looking across the giza plateau of sand The tombs of the kings on the horizon they stand All meanings have been lost through Winds of ancient time Why
: As children we sought wisdom, through denial of just that We were raised by rage and envy It was the elders that we fought Distributing our energies
breathe in deep smell these halls of hate carve your name into these walls before it is too late cold and twisted they resisted what was I to do all