Keep my secret, don't hurt me:
I still regret painfully
It's to heavy for my back
Don't betray me, see this crack
I'm scared...
From castle to court, from south to north
We go again...we go again
Tired, dead, sleepy, mad
Cowards, travellers...Mad
All we know that there's no time to waste
And no chance to feel sweet freedom's taste. Never...
We go again...we go again...
Cowards! Mad!
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