Washed into a sentimental gloom<br />
Loneliness about the <br />
Battle-clad Byzantium commands<br />
And these dark cards look nothing like my hand<br />
<br />
Lightning strikes a second time<br />
Songbird knows just when to die<br />
Emperor cries immortal from the grime<br />
Sun is in the hole in the sky<br />
<br />
Interest builds up with perfumed pride<br />
There's an enemy cruising on the plain tonight<br />
Years it's lost and then it's <br />
Don't know how I'm so far off from my bed<br />
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<br />
Memories of serpents in the drain<br />
Melting like ice in the rain<br />
As my self grows closer to the grave