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No one here really quite knows

The far-off origins of your roots

Enough to hoist the colours

Up high from whence they came

You're towering high and tall

As a broad-shouldered giant of small

Though the ground may be as turbid from above

As the sky seen from below

Blindfolded with tied hands

Forever estranged to chiselled runes

Burial mounds quietly cough

Yet these visions linger

Oh, the Kingdom of Dania

Let's talk of hearts in decay

Nihilism and insomnia

As we roam the land in dismay

Through vales and hills of our land

The Kingdom of Dania

A veil of mist on your fl at chest

And even I seem to be dragged down

Into the dank and dimly lit catacombs

You look so pretty, my dear -encaged in gold

Peeking through fi ngers of a stranger's hand

It makes me truly sad

Oh, the Kingdom of Dania

Let's talk of hearts in decay

Relationships and insomnia

As we roam the land in dismay

Through vales and hills of our land

The Kingdom of Dania

So awake from your deepened slumber

And unfold a new dream

Cause your past is really nothing

But pale echoing voices and a deep-drawn sigh