Washed into a sentimental gloom
Loneliness about the
Battle-clad byzantium commands
And these dark cards look nothing like my hand
Lightning strikes a second time
Songbird knows just when to die
Emperor cries immortal from the grime
Sun is in the hole in the sky
Interest builds up with perfumed pride
There`s an enemy cruising on the plain tonight
Years it`s lost and then it`s
Don`t know how i`m so far off from my bed