My dead lords...my dead lords Your strange ringed fingers turn, Turned to knots of scented wood. From your arms that held our secrets fell the fruit My dead lords... You hold the past. And I confess the uneasiness of my love for you my lords.
My anger gives me strength my lords. You loved and listened to the lovers But we have stopped listening to you... We have stopped listening to you my lords We've paralysed...the pain.
And the wind in your bare ribs Uttered still the tunes of lovers In the geese veed sky My dead lords I confess an uneasiness in my love for you, Confusion in my passion.
Were you the song of September That charmed the fieldfares? When your rotten skin grew hard It fed your minion crows, My black shining brothers My dead lords Oh my dead lords I confess... My anger gives me strength my lords. I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin. My uneasiness it grows But you my Morton lords Live on in my anger Like the sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
