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... feels like Thermopylae - RED ALBUM (2009)

My brown eyed Helena, jewel from Greece.
I am packing my bags now going to leave.
Meeting you again sometime somewhere
But all between us, will stay forever here.

Now I’m taking taking my bag,
Leaving this room and this love all alone.

Two people, each far from home,
No room to be free, no room to be one.
All who are watching, begin to see,
There is more to us, but it cannot be.

I could run from the truth, so that it don´t hurts,
But this is stupid and having no worth.
So you black pearl run through my hand,
Falling back to the sea, all finally ends.

Now I’m taking taking my bag,
Leaving this room and this love all alone.

Two people, each far from home,
No room to be free, no room to be one.
All who are watching, begin to see,
There is more to us, but it cannot be.

I am hiding this memory in the back of my mind,
Only both of us, would be able to find.
But in my last our hour, this will also be
a slave to the power of death,
perhaps then,  we can be free.

Was I right not to give in?
I only know a shallow feeling will forever remain.

Two people, each far from home,
No room to be free, no room to be one.
(But) an Iron Maiden guides my soul,
Washing away all my sorrow.

Now I’m taking taking my bag, starting for home,
Leaving this love all alone.