That has to be the age of overcome. The systems which are on the ceiling. Which are on the run to destroy. Human kind's nation. Human kind's inwardness.
The lights of the ashes smoulder through hills and vales. Nostalgia burns in the hearts of the strongest. Picasso is painting the ships in the harbour.
The night is dark and cold. The strong winds and the rain. Crack the branches upon my window. The devil beats his drum. Casting out his spell. Dragging all his own down into hell.
In dresses white, all set for sail. A little girl dreams of taking the veil. In dresses white, all set for sail. A little girl dreams of taking the veil.