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Lady of the stars the mountains divide us

The crusaders now marching to Avalon

The wicked dragon has been slain

The Holy Grail was found in his chest

The golden shrine is full again

The Reign in danger no more

Still lives on every canvas

'Cause the artist lost inspiration

My mortality stalks me

My wisdom dwells on the moon

I obliterate my life line

Just to feel some relief

A flying crow awakens reminiscences

Of past lives I thought I had lost

They drain the last of my sanity

And leave me scarred and broken