Genghis Khan

Genghis Khan - Nico

I have come to lie with you

I have come to die with you

On your padded shoulder

And your golden chest

In a wilderness of glass we rest

And all the flowers they are our words

And my chances follow dances

Into a storm afraid

A sweet and bitter rest he gets

A sweet and bitter rest he gets

I have come to lie with you

I have come to die with you