King Of Swords by Ideas
Frosty and ice-cold days
A touch without senses
Thus the king of swords
Is waiting long for his pray
After all, king of every swords
You cannot be the muse of my soul
Don't even, it's all in vain
There's no need for your heart's pain
Hard game
Clever and willy conqueror
Somehow it is suspicious
My soul is freezing in your kingdom
My ice king
After all, king of every swords
You cannot be the muse of my soul
Don't even, it's all in vain
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