Strumpet-Hearted Monkey Girl - Steve Conte

Nothing is really here But what is in front of you The enigma of the present Are you one of them That looks for it behind the corners Or one that have seen The

And with no shaking hands Holding tight to cold steel And an even colder ideal Hammering the soul 'til it is hard as a rock Not in any kind of dying Could there

A road was leading on To the land of eternity For a man on his last travel When he came to cross Over a bridge broken Dismounted and pulling heavy weight Tremen

So this is the time I see them closer now Great ships coming right at us Now there is no return The first of canon blasts The first of hundreds to come The firs