Qual
Sable
From the gentle hills of Geneva
To the somber castle of Slovakia
To the dead dusty ruins of Athens
With quivering body
A twenty eight years old soul
Robed in sable of woe
Screams inside
A screaming tide
A foaming romance
From the gentle hills of Geneva
To the somber castle of Slovakia
To the dead dusty ruins of Athens
With quivering body
A twenty eight years old soul
Robed in sable of woe
Screams inside
A screaming tide
A foaming romance