Inaria
When the sleep don't come with the setting sun
And the rare moon rises like the kingdom come
World that brays with all this pity
There's a loner sitting with me
One more day amid all these tatters
She was stripped of all that matters
Inaree
Inaree
In a shadowed corner hides a devils daughter
With the magnus over there rides a crawler
In this stamping ground of pretty
One more page turns in the city
One more day amid all these tatters
She was stripped of all that matters
Inaree
Inaree
Autor(es): Rich Black
