Besedila:
Crimson Lullaby

on the moon I see the soldiers come and go There's a metal flag beside me Someone planted long ago Old Glory standing stiffly Crimson, white and indigo Old Glory standing stiffly Crimson

, horizons change The tournaments begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson

change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson

A bid farewell in pools of crimson A rose colored lullaby There can be no justice It can't be taken back All the evil deeds you've done Have left your

unheard I rode the sky above the earth I felt the breeze of the world What was lost I should have retrieved What was real Was long gone within of me Crimson

Night crawls along like some lullaby Crimson darkness wash your tired eyes Into the secret house you're thrown Can you tell or are you on your own Daughter

be free never hear what they say and never fall for me one last kiss to satiate ten thousand times is not enough closing thine eyes lost in crimson trapped

change The tournament's begun. The purple piper plays his tune, The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson

A bid farewell in pools of crimson. A rose colored lullaby. There can be no justice, it can't be taken back. All the evil deeds you've done have left