Krowne dine ziet mi
Kolstop
Kolstop
Small tower that I bought
You shall not destroy these thoughts?
Leave me orphan against ghosts
Roaming startling cry after cry uttering?
In a cage without food hung high
High up insulted in the sky?
And the caves
The hybrid caves
Krowne dine ziet mi
Kolstop
Kolstop
Laws, laws, laws; and Justice hibernates
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