November 2009
Then a bronze horn I hear : it calls me : and the bridge seems to stretch for a lifetime way before me a palace is rising : out of the mist : like a mountain it stands And it greets me with gates ope
Then a bronze horn I hear : it calls me : and the bridge seems to stretch for a lifetime way before me a palace is rising : out of the mist : like a mountain it stands And it greets me with gates ope