I will be waiting
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling
Which I have foretold
He raises his arms tied
Above the Obyss
Singing his sweet song
His melody opends up the sun
Refrain:
Freedom rayed
God has come
The rivers of blood
Pushed back in my veins
She sleeps with her eyes closed
To dream of the past
Her mind has gone blind now
While her memory closes up the sun
Refrain
I will be waiting
With a song in my soul
A fortunate weakling
Which I have foretold
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