Nothing ventured nothing gained. Tired and washed out by the pain. Do we share this problem, will it slip away ?. Or do we fight another day ?. Was I looking for a friend ?.
He often wondered where he's from. The Holy Grail, the bloodline son. In his veins the answer comes. The Promised Land, Parisian. . We sail today. Into the sun.
"What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?. only the monstrous anger of the guns.. Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle. Can patter out their hasty orisons..
If you want it. Don't look at my face. It's the last time. It's not forever. . The dust in the wind. It's the last time. One world, one dream. The stars in your hand.