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My Dying Bride - The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum My Dying Bride - The Burning Coast Of Regnum Italicum |
| My black, feathered breast
Unto comes o'er mast & sail
Look upon a broken site
Torn apart through wind & hail
Lead me to the chaos of water
As I reveal myself to you
A fall from God is a blessing unknown
Its rivers deep from which I drew
Where is the burning city?
Great Naples, its kings alone
A hunger roared and reared
A fool suffers in Rome
Mon enfant, prends patience,
Bientôt la nuit tombera.
Dors, si tu peux,
Et rêve de pays merveilleux. |
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