Several years ago. In a foreign town. Far away from home. I met the Count of Tuscany. . A young eccentric man. Bred from royal blood. Took me for a ride.
Tunnel vision at blinding speed. Controlling my thoughts, obsessing me. Void of any uncertainty. Throughout my very soul. . Lost illusions of mind control.
A single star behind me. A red sky burns ahead. A lonely light below me. Awake among the dead. . I can't hold on any longer. These feelings keep growing stronger.