The Soul.
The Soul will rise like a phoenix,
The body will get cold.
The breathe will stop,
And our stories will never be told,
How the war began with the sound of fire,
And ended by shedding a river of blood and resting the bodies in the funeral pyre.
And the soul will rise like a phoenix and never be old,
But the bodies will never rise and ever be cold.
--------Alexandra Roxelana.
The body will get cold.
The breathe will stop,
And our stories will never be told,
How the war began with the sound of fire,
And ended by shedding a river of blood and resting the bodies in the funeral pyre.
And the soul will rise like a phoenix and never be old,
But the bodies will never rise and ever be cold.
--------Alexandra Roxelana.