Lyrics

I own [?] Beneath [?] Controlled it, [?] mortal cries And you could always [?] And kiss me [?] Wishing [?] Future your king, nothing is friends, exist (?) Yet, in this [?] Apply nothing [?] And then, we stage [?] Light blanc, and pray [?] From [?] huts to [?] [?] For that sweet cloth [?] [?] schemes [Instrumental] [?] [Instrumental]