I cannot tell you
Of the emerald green lands,
Of the enchanting sea of silver blue,
Nor of the amber gold sands
I cannot tell you
Of the blood red flowers
Of the rainbow’s indigo blue
Or of the mahogany towers
For my own soul is blackened
My heart is charred,
Life at dead end
All chambers barred
Pumping ashes of despair
Through every vein
In which still seeps a share,
A drop, of bloody pain
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