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I cry the song rising the vixen

in the mourning grey

Sweet perfumes of a multitude of singin' trees from far away

Five hundred thousand miles of contradictions

Makes my kingdom near

A race of howling creatures run forever through my dreams

Storms of yellow dust are blinding people in the cities of stone

I hope no one will ever find my soul as the jackals.

Will erase my bones

I've sweared upon my her name of Casslida what I've never done

Here lies my mind so rent in peace as I'm ruling from the throne

Wave my rags in the silent night

When the children are dreaming

The King of the rats, see my eyes chiseled in the ark

They've seen the death before & badger a badder one left

Hear my eyes