Lirieke:
Ash Wishbone Live In Geneva

In the fire, the king will come. Thunder rolls, piper and drum. Evil sons, overrun, Count their sins - judgment comes. The checkerboard of nights and

Throw down the sword, The fight is done and over, Neither lost, neither won. To cast away the fury of the battle And turn my weary eyes for home. There

Well, you know the boss was a good man, But kindness on its own don't pay. "You can figure you're part of the cut-back" Was all that he could say. Hard