The poet sits and twists the meter 'round And in the glare you'd swear his smile was a frown And Hermes there, he stares as the pages grow And all are left to fend for their own
There was a time when he was in command Now it seems that he is quite mad, so sad There was a time when he was in demand But now it seems that he is quite mad
The Titan took a look with leer As Cronos split the world with a fear Icarus has flown, he knows he is not alone As Aries waits with hate upon his fiery throne
Do you now believe it? There he is, the mad poet Another page like the one before
Loki tricks his brother Thor As he turns the metaphor Odin makes the thunder roar
The Incubus doesn't know which way to go The Succubus entices her weary foe And Hera, in her spiteful way, allows Hades to claim the day
When he looks at what he has done he throws hie feathered quill away No more wine, no more rowdy songs The bell tolls to claim its pawn
When does a man begin to live again? When he is just a step awayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
