Luisenkirche Koenigsberg

Ride on True you ride the finest horse I''ve ever seen Standing sixteen one or two With eyes wild and green You ride the horse so well Hands light to the touch I could never go with you No matter how I wanted to Ride on, see you I could never go with

Serpents In The Dawn Shifted back to worse NO more flowers return All is left to fall and burn Faceless and reversed Silver thread across my head Dress myself in the crimson red No more stars above No more voice can be heard Rusty shield and broken s