Anotace: Jedna z doby, kdy mi to ještě pálilo...
Hanging high on the gallows
I've been deeply hollowed
Realizing my huge sorrow
If only I could borrow
My meager life anymore
Standing strong next time
Not remembering days of yore
I would not ever deplore
Sailing on the high seas
I would forget how to creep
With glorious ease
On my chest, I would feel gentle breeze
Commited to a glorious quest
Drifting through ravishing lands
I would not part with my friends
Having found an old treasure chest
Walking amidst the trees
With all sins forgotten
I would lay on my knees
Quietly listening to the bees
All the spirits would come
To delve into my soul
For the best I would hope
For the nether world to be postponed