Lyrics
I recall how you asked to me stay,
In your own most unusual way.
I set off on my own path at dawn,
A start to a most unusual day.
I can see the banner waving from above your highest tower.
Would you bring me bread and wine my friend for another half an hour?
I could make a list with pen and blood, another allegory,
But it's all just another Old Story.
Upon my steed I call out your name,
But nobody gives me an answer.
Last night was a holy procession,
But I did not have the courage to ask her.
A shining piece of dinnerware could catch my eye.
A lance that saw a chilling dawn when somebody died.
I could make a list with pen and blood, another allegory,
But it's all just an Old Story.
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