Roma di Luna: Music

• MP3 short clip, hi-fi play (broadband)

Your father was a gypsy man
Played guitar in a travelin’ band
You have his eyes
You have his hands
He left you here to rule this land
And I will be your dancer
I’ll sell my soul to your stage
The movement holds the answers and the rhythm reveals the age
Evil, Evil
How you entertain my fate
Then the lion comes, the lion comes
To lead me on my way
Your sucha sexy scented gal, you strut your skin like a pearl
You were born into an oyster shell
And on the tip of my tongue you will dwell
The earth beneath my back
The blade between my teeth
Where were you and what were they when I was screaming out for help
The reflection of my fear
When no could not be heard
Hopped up on the needle fire so I could be all that he desired
But now my lover he is a soldier
Defend me from my foes
All the men who have pushed me down are buried in some dark hole.