| Leaden once but now grey — green
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| Because of the years
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| King Sarrob’s tower rise
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| In the background dark, thick clouds
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| In the foothills of an inaccessible mountain
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| Which leans and its shadow covers
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| A dead forest that the imbeciles has burned
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| Streams full of lichen and moss
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| Full of frogs which with their voice
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| Like being the ones who centuries ago listened
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| To the mystical ritual of the people that glorified
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| The dark lords like being a message for those to come
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| And those to dethrone
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| Shadow and silence wrap like a shroud
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| (the everlasting) castle, the king’s tower
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| You hear only the wind blast
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| Like an eternal conqueror with his whip!!!
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| Whipping walls rising
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| Wishing to demolish
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| Wishing to liberate souls
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| Worth of eternal peace!!!
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| Here then lives a love
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| The king looking at the palaces (frescoes)
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| Looking at the unspeakable figures
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| Which slide on damp walls!
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| (The) nights that the full moon call you
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| (to its kingdom)
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| Recollecting mystical rites
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| Sung for them who live beyond (galaxies)
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| Beyond the forest of stars!
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| Sing the strange hymn — sing the hypnotic psalm!
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| The damned king Sarrob
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| The ruler whose dreams
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| Are occupied by full of nightmares
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| His tortured soul seeks for salvation!
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| His thoughts deep in bottomless wells
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| His will dead and incapable
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| In front of the kingship of his wild rush
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| Like a living dead who looks for that
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| Which will bring him back to life
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| Like a wandering soul in
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| The labyrinth of knowledge
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| Seeking for the key of eternal truth!
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| Leaden once but now grey — green
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| Because of the years
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| King Sarrob’s tower rise
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| In the background dark, thick clouds
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| In the foothills of an inaccessible mountain
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| Which leans and its shadow covers
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| A dead forest that the imbeciles had burned
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| Streams full of lichen and moss
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| Full of frogs which with their voice!!!
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| Sing the strange hymn!
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| Sing the hypnotic psalm! |