Your Laurels are Brittle at Best Ancient Weakness Elusive yet real Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn So let their weak laurels rest on the weak pawns As faded pages of pensive surety crumble in time So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wine Such hock's symbiosis weaves taciturn and fraught And so their iron laurels are driven deeper in for naught For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies' last play Brevities eternal maze A tale of the Iron Laurels Woven in Rust Your laurels are brittle at best Dear Hear, Hear tepid souls! Your wisdom far from old Alas fools, fetid and cold Flaccid truisms far from bold Hear, Hear tepid souls! Your wisdom far from old Try and beguile your fates So brittle upon 8-sided crates Anachronoids! Anachronoids! Hear, Hear tepid souls! Your wisdom isn't so old ! Ancient Weakness, elusive yet real Real as dusk and dawn before these very fields For here my friends, is a tale of Ironies' last play Brevities eternal maze As floating cobblestones mock the hangman drawn So misplaced Eons pour luxurious wineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
