Prague - Blaenavon

Now still your soul's

In turn the man to Gods?

Oh the villager's moan

Made cities out of homes

He's you, I said

You keep running through my head

I swear so

Longing for the while

In absence of job

The end of the tries

And the start of the crimes

But this blood red skies

Cover my eyes

From the sleepless nights

And a haunted life

He's you I said

You keep running through my head

I swear so

Cause there are voices in my head

People screaming you're not dead

I'm not sure

These kingdoms in my veins

Lost playing children's game

It's source of cure

But he's you I said

You keep running through my head

I swear so