Passed the time to mourn
Your defence of incommunicado
Set deep into the ring of thorns
You offer me no hope
So I will go
Nowhere else
Instead
You offer me no hope
For you
Our love is long goneDead
Think then of deliverance
The bull caught by the horn
Your defence of passed Mikado
The executioner enthroned, reborn
You offer me no hope
So I will go
Elsewhere
Or no
You offer me no hope
For you
I am from long ago
Or so
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