soul...I beg thee pray it shine...in my keep on my walls...thine colours to bless life...with flowers... in the care...of my stone-cold... stronghold... thus, behold:
she fell in my arms...like a sunstar and to her grace... the face of my home, my heart I gave my Horizon my Temple my Jewel
it seemed like...she was fair... and I... held above God... it is why... touched by...the cold time drew a line...between her and I...
she fell in my arms...like a sunstar and to her grace... the face of my home, my heart I gave my Horizon my Temple
she fell in my arms...like a sunstar and to her grace... the face of my home, my heart I gave my Horizon my Temple