The Hanging Garden - Tactical Sekt

I watched a rose dry up and die

I saw the night consume a pale blue sky

I watched the lion caught up in talons snare

I saw an angel in the dragons lair

I took a drink from a sea of sand

I felt at home in a far off land

I picked a flower in the pouring rain

And felt the cold going up in flames

I rode a thousand miles for sweet caress

I traded freedom in to be possessed

I launched a thousand ships and sank them all

Built hanging gardens just to watch them all fall down