Intro:  
        Sixteen years,
                          Sixteen banners united over the fields
                     While the good shepherd grieves
                          Desperate men, desperate women divided,
                                Spreading their wings 'neath the falling leaves.

        Fortune calls.
                                         I stepped forth from the shadows, to the marketplace,
                                                     Merchants and thieves, hungry for power, my last deal gone down.
                                              She's smelling sweet like the meadows where she was born,
                        On midsummer's eve, near the tower.

(Interlude)

                 The cold-blooded moon.
                             The captain waits above the celebration
                            Sending his thoughts to a beloved maid
                            Whose ebony face is [bad word] 
                                                          The captain is down but still believing that his love will be repaid.

                They shaved her head.
                                  She was torn between Jupiter and Apollo.
                                  messenger arrived with a black nightingale.
                                           I seen her on the stairs and I couldn't help but follow,
                                               Follow her down past the fountain where they lifted her veil.

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                 I stumbled to my feet.
                            I rode past [bad word] in the ditches
                                                   With the stitches still mending 'neath a heart-shaped tattoo.
                                    Renegade priests and treacherous young witches
                                      Were handing out the flowers that I'd given to you.

              The palace of mirrors
                      Where dog soldiers are reflected,
                              The endless road and the wailing of chimes,
                                 The empty rooms where her memory is protected,
                                                   Where the angels' voices whisper to the souls of previous times.

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              She wakes him up
                                 Forty-eight hours later, the sun is breaking
                                          Near broken chains, mountain laurel and rolling rocks.
                                             She's begging to know what measures he now will be taking
                                                        He's pulling her down and she's clutching on to his long golden locks.

              Gentlemen, he said,
                                           I don't need your organization, I've shined your shoes,
                                       I've moved your mountains and marked your cards
                                         But Eden is burning, either get brave for elimination
                                                          Or else your hearts must have the courage for the changing of the guards.

(Interlude)

           Peace [bad word]                                          With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire
                                        But will offer no reward when her false idols fall