Dream Theater ☆ The Count Of Tuscany

Several years ago,
In a foreign town
Far away from home,
I met the Count of Tuscany.
A young eccentric man,
Bred from royal blood;
Took me for a ride
Across the open countryside.

“Get into my car!
Let’s go for a drive!
Along the way,
I’ll be your guide.
Just step inside!
Maybe you’ll recall
A cannibal curator,
A character inspired by my brother’s life.”

Winding through the hills,
City far behind,
On and on we drove
Down narrow streets
And dusty roads.
At last we came upon
A picturesque estate
On sprawling emerald fields,
An ancient world of times gone by.

“Let me introduce my brother.”
A bearded gentleman, historian,
Sucking on his pipe;
Distinguished accent
Making me uptight—
No accident!

I, I wanna stay alive!
Everything about this place just doesn’t feel right.
I, I don’t wanna die!
Suddenly, I’m frightened for my life.

I wanna say goodbye.
This could be the last time you see me alive.
I, I may not survive—
Knew it from the moment we arrived.

“Would you like to see
Our secret holy place?
I come here late at night
To pray to Him by candlelight.”
Then viewing through the glass,
I saw with disbelief,
Still dressed in royal clothes
The saint behind the altar.

“History recalls,
During times of war,
Legend has been traced
Back inside these castle walls,
Where soldiers came to hide
In barrels filled with wine.
Never to escape,
These tombs of oak are where they died.”

Down the cellar stairs,
I disappear.
Like the angel’s share,
The end is near!
“Come and have a taste—
A rare vintage.
All the finest wines
Improve with age.”

I, I wanna stay alive!
Everything about this place just doesn’t feel right.
I, I don’t wanna die!
Suddenly, I’m frightened for my life.

I wanna say goodbye.
This could be the last time you see me alive.
I, I may not survive—
Knew it from the moment we arrived.

Could this be the end?
Is this the way I die,
Sitting here unknown,
No one by my side?
I don’t understand.
I don’t feel that I deserve this.
What did I do wrong?
I just don’t understand…

(I just don’t understand…)

Give me one more chance.
Let me please explain.
It’s all been circumstance.
I’ll tell you once again:
You took me for a ride,
Promising a vast adventure;
Next thing that I know,
I’m frightened for my life.

“Now, wait a minute man!
That’s not how it is!
You must be confused.
That isn’t who I am.
Please don’t be afraid!
I would never try to hurt you.
This is how we live,
Strange although it seems.
Please try to forgive!

The chapel and the saint,
The soldiers in the wine,
The fables and the tales—
All handed down through time.
Of course you’re free to go,
Go and tell the world my story:
Tell about my brother;
Tell them about me,
The Count of Tuscany!”
Thanks to Emylia Hawke for submitting The Count Of Tuscany Lyrics.