You are majestic heart
Real warrior of own empire
On horse with fire sword
A - triumph of
On your face is mask of
Dry blood - lines -
They calling you heroic
A myth of death past
You
In garbage of our dreams
We are in love
Romantic dirty lovers
Clean wind will blow up
At my shadows of my sins
There is no quilt
I laid down my blades
Upon the oath of blood
A
Children of violent nature
At land of broken seals
Customs are here to blame
Not the king or
In her hands are bleeding
Petals of night roses
Dangerous - executions -
Pursuit of evil
Great landscape of dying
Battle
In blood of cruel wounds
First apparation of king
A - song of love and birth
In blue dress of queen
Faithful heart in sensual
Flesh
The true
In red mist of father's blood
On edge of night cllifs
Lonely moon is above - it -
A -