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Victims of the renaissance might screamed in the dead of night. The horror, the terror. Ruler in Machiavellian days stole all their days away to darkness to sadness. I still see painful eyes. I still hear distant sighs among shadows lingering on. Gaze up high into the open sky from these halls and chambers. To the moon and to the winds I cry. Souls aglow in the darkest of hue miseries are still undue forever and ever. I caress the thickening air and all memories it bears with yearning and longing. I still see painful eyes. I still hear distant sighs among shadows lingering on. Letras de cancionesGaze up high into the open sky from these halls and chambers. To the moon and to the winds I cry. Far behind these castle walls glories and virtues fall. Fall for the lunacy. Deep inside where the time weeps tyranny is fast asleep in shadows in echoes. I still see painful eyes. I still hear distant sighs among shadows lingering on. Dim is the day for the grim and the grey as destiny's proven unfair. Fair as a fay is the dawning of the day at which I forlornly do... Gaze up high into the open sky from these halls and chambers. To the moon and to the winds I cry. (Thanks to Ellathar for these lyrics) From Letras Mania