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The sky falls to the ground
Down to Earth the river burns
The moon fade to black sea
Rome in winter, a dry tree
Legends of angels down at heel
Are my bed time fairy-tales
When Death is ready to kill
Rome in winter looks like me
I will not see the light (x3)
Anymore.
A fallen angel buried in blood
Dante's vision is my own
In my head voices talk
Through the shades of a black Rome
Troops of Death walked in line
Armies of paper were blown away
Dreams of greatness, many traces
I'm alone in a Black Rome
I will not see the light (x3)
Anymore.
Lyrics: The Sand
Music: The Sand
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