[00:02.820]Listen my son to what I tell you
[00:18.927]I who hold the Reins of Time
[00:29.837]The passageways are dark and narrow
[00:38.394]The Snowy Ranges hard to climb
[00:44.779]
[00:49.730]High Himalayas she's an icy stallion
[01:02.261]Warmed by the blood of men who love to ride
[01:15.489]But do not mount her, till you are ready
[01:25.793]Or be like me and sorely tried
[01:35.403]
[02:14.890]The bride of Christ, she's too hot to handle
[02:27.013]Like fire through the fingertips
[02:39.548]A ruby sword, a golden pommel
[02:50.972]The Queen oof Death pressed to the lips
[03:00.470]
[03:49.081]Down in the valley the bulls have assembled
[04:00.004]White tusks gleaming in the night
[04:10.733]A grave before them, bones of desire
[04:22.361]For I have long since taken flight
[04:31.467]
[04:47.486]As I lay sitting in the sunlight
[04:56.951]My wounds do slowly, slowly heal
[05:08.095]The Royal Nights, the Golden Laterns
[05:18.858]The mountains horns round me peel
[05:27.012]
[06:28.935]High Himalayas she's an icy stallion
[06:45.776]Warmed by the blood of men who love to ride
[06:55.064]But do not mount her, till you are ready
[07:03.554]Or be like me and sorely tried
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