When I recall his parting words Must I accept his fate or take myself far from this place I thought I heard a black bell toll, a little bird did sing Man has no choice when he wants every thing
We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
Man goes beyond his own decision, gets caught up in a mechanism Of swindlers who act like kings and brokers who break everything The dark of night was swiftly fading, close to the dawn of day Why would I want him just to lose him again?
We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
We'll rise above the scarlet tide That trickles down through the mountain And separates the widow from the bride
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