The trade’s on she drains emotion to drink from her breast of the fortune
Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning birth time rose
A thorn for coronation
All arise from your rest we’ll find enough there to feed you
Soon you’ll belong to the blessed spare us your lives while we need you
Loud is the music the crowd is bringing out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music the sky is ringing out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music the crowd is bringing out of my head as the winter marches on
Loud is the music the sky is ringing out of my head as the winter marches on
And on winter marches on
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