09 - Swift As The Wind (The Hangman's Beautiful Daughter. 1968)

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For my delight
Swift as the wind flies
His chariot and wings
Shine, shine in the light of a thousand suns
For [bad word] from the land of no night
 [bad word] from the land of no night

There is no land
The night is all around my child
You must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this
For your own good

Why don't you go with the rest
And play downstairs?

Closing my eyes
I see him so clear
The blood on his sword
Flashes so bright as it
Falls to the skulls by his feet

But his eyes they know all things
Oh, his eyes they know all

There is no blood
No one knows all my child
You must stop imagining all this
You must stop imagining all this
For your own good

Why don't you go with the rest
And play downstairs?

Swift as the wind
Stay if you will now
Seeing you again will be, will be in your castle so fair
But I make take some time on the way
And may spend some time downstairs.