In the gloom of his cell.
The prisoner sits...

If she were a colour she would be red.
For her passion and energy too...

As she sits in the corner she is paused in the...
Of feelings that so entangle her...

In ancient times past
In the halls of all races...

I heard of times long past and gone
When the wind whispered a silent song...

I heard of times long past and gone
When the wind whispered a silent song...