الكلمات الأصلية
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A doorway open
To another world
In which you will find
The ghost of jokes
You can hear the voice
A chant of irony full of loss
Dusty road never travelled
On your back the broken cross
Irony turns to wrath
When he can't find the way
So deep, digging the grave
Cause the ghost is the slave of the witch
A rusty spear crosses his neck
When he doesn't hear you laugh
Then like a reptile he starts to cry
Trying to find compassion in you
But you can see the joke in his eyes
The slave of the witch
Sings his song
The song of the broken cross
