hands. You were in bound gold Hera In the morning she'll wake you. Come the hour of Hera. In the morning she'll wake you Twenty eight thousand years ago. By arms of Jasper. Ready as you came close to
. And pointed fingers at us all In Angle Park, the lights are dimmed. The statues grin. In Angle Park, the fountains crack. In Angle Park The beaten cry behind white dress. The clowns stuck fast upon
