Simple Death - The Beauty of Gemina

Look at this king in his king’s life

And all these counsellors in their counsellor’s world

Conquest of insane

Will never see what I can see

And all the saints are on wings high

Look at the emperor, hear the emperor’s word

Conquest of lost prayers

But I can see what he can’t see

Down in the yard new young flowers die

Down in the gloom and they weep

And all these said to be dead yet come in

They don’t feel any fear

Every gate seems to close

Every gate of hell

Every creed cremates

Every creed cremates

Every gate seems to close

Every gate of hell

Every creed cremates

Every creed cremates