Fools see Europe - the limit of thinking,
Beset by flames, desolate and cold fringes of cold.
Cemetery, scorching red the night has fallen,
But the thought was never wavered.
Fools see Europe - the limit of thinking,
Beset by flames, desolate and cold fringes of cold.
Cemetery, scorching red the night has fallen,
But the thought was never wavered.