Beneath the smouldering sky that's crossed in vein,
I'll arise from the ashes and i'll take the reins.
I wont allowed this blood to stain
I will not let us fall apart, for what's a prince without his heart?
I'll play it fast, i'll play it fast I'll
You know if we all died well that deprives me of my heart and my spirit and my strider stride.
Because you know a prince wakes up when you tear him apart.
The volcano errupts, tears of violins arise.
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