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The trade's on she drains emotion to drink from her breast of the fortune Dreams have frozen crystal in the morning birth time rose A thorn for coronation All arise from your rest we'll find enough there to feed you Soon you'll belong to the blessed spare us your lives while we need you Loud is the music the crowd is bringing out of my head as the winter marches on Loud is the music the sky is ringing out of my head as the winter marches on Loud is the music the crowd is bringing out of my head as the winter marches on Loud is the music the sky is ringing out of my head as the winter marches on And on winter marches on Aus Songtexte Mania