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no prisoners taken
could see the look of horror
on their own faces
on their own faces
were traces of others' tears,
each man his brother
Each man his brother,
Noble King Henry marched on,
Death lay before him.
Death lay before him
On a bed of guncotton
Iron curtains closed
Iron curtains closed,
In the prison of his dreams,
In woe he grasped pain.
In woe he grasped pain
From its stab to its tickle
With his blurry eyes
With his blurry eyes,
He sees through the veil of night,
Light's haze mimics silk.
Lights haze mimics silk;
They all copy eachother
And thus become one
And thus become one -
Frozen world, my inner grief;
Clocks stands still for me.
Clocks stand still for me
I breathe the seconds with ease
My eyes are golden
My eyes are golden
Bedazzled with sun's glory;
Rays of heaven's sphere.
Rays of heaven's sphere
makes heaven seem spherical.
Did you intend that?
Did you intend that?
No, glow of heavenly sun,
Great circular realm.
Great circular realm
pulses on infinitely
a black hole beckons