Comes the time...a madness lifts...
Said warborne fog... abated...
Birds of song...their colored life
They flit and sing above you
Greener seems the garden..
Maidens wander..here and there..
Courtiers...sweep a bow..
Pages..hostlers..stable hands..
Happy..all..involved
Tis true
Pon a time..your ruthless mind..
Invoked a lot of killing
Glory\'s greed...for power\'s need
Fed by youthful seedlings
Bleeding
For the cause of..you
In the day...yes...back aways...
Whilst your shoulders had a head
Strolling in your garden\'s secrets...
Smiling in the sun..
Sad to say..this is the day...
The insurrection...just begun