Оригинален текст
In a tomb of Enoch, in the queen's chambers,
She lives, guarding that holy cubit.
God-given accuracy, measuring untold prophecy.
How she loved that sacred inch...
In a tomb of Enoch, in the queen's chambers,
She lives, guarding that holy cubit.
God-given accuracy, measuring untold prophecy.
How she loved that sacred inch...