From distance in.

Ah, whither shall we fly?

Dead sea in the desert.

Away now shall we fly.

Thank you.

The weather shall be bright The weather shall be bright The winter shall be sweet

It was I.

Thank you.

It's my people, it's mine.

It's my people, it's mine.

It's mine.

Yeah.

From this dread sea

Thank you.

him.

Oh, Solomon

Thy boasted towers

In smoky ruins

love.