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Barcelona, Spain

En lo mas alto de la mas alta torre

I come from the highest of the towers My heart still belongs to that lonely place I’ve traveled through time and space backwards Old centuries my memory obey I’ve been in the jaws of Cerberus I’ve been part of his soul as well But since I paint black All their mirrors I’ve never spent more than one night in hell Guardian Angels were singing When this search of fate of mine begun Two decades has been jingling Their dust along this old path I run Ancient lore feeds my senses My conscience’s small as a music box I don’t share their pretenses Since gnomes and fairies sleep in the rocks