Her lament in the dead of the night heard by a midnight knell
A silhouette of suffering, with no one to tell
If she had just but one thing to speak, their names she would yell
The raping of Lavinia
Oh the sweet sound of surrender
The divine blood of this virgin
Shall be spilt now by converging to pain
They came hence forth to maim her
And to ravish the remainder
To quench their thirst for blind lust
Evil deeds grow with every thrust of hate
Tears descend to unite
With blood stained lips tonight
A crimson soliloquy
Finding solace from tragedy
Summon hell and its fury
On this night I call to you
Bring hence a thousand men at arms
To fight with Rome so true
The mourning mist rolls by
And listening angels cry
A funeral dirge is heard
Fallen ones sing the word
Come forth with no mercy
With lies they've slain my sons
Brought death and destruction
Of my kin they've come undone
All the blood from their throats
And all that's come from their lies
All that's ground from their bones
Be baked for their mother is nigh
Despite all the vengeance at hand
In her dreams things seem so clear
When she awakes from her slumber
There's no way to wipe the tears
The gentle tongue that now wails
Soon will never whisper this tale
For it will kiss the cold knife
Severing the secrets of this strife
Left cold, bare and broken
A blood soaked naked token
Of the disdain for Andronicus
The name screamed when the blade bit in her wrists
Left in a lingering perdition, a living hell
Her lament in the dead of the night heard by a midnight knell
A silhouette of suffering, with no one to tell
If she had just but one thing to speak, their names she would yellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
