Oh hail, Mary, full of death Sing me a bitter song As dark as the day is long And as blank as your eyes are wild While the hail from the blackened cloud Is raking the firmament Destroying our argument About the temperature and the time Wild and unbroken
We lay like a wounded lamb Facing a billy goat Bowed down in our heavy coats Under the force and the threat of his eyes And we march in our rows and rows Under a burning hand Past the scars of the wounded land Into a country of thorns and spines Wild and unbroken
Oh, God save the chamberlain! Oh, God save his appointed successor! But God saved his hardest face for you And all your kind Oh, that’s what’s troubling me
So hail Mary
Oh, hail, Mary, sick and proud And holding aloft a light That would burn through a heaving night And then lead us upon the rocks And the child who is nearly born Waits just to do you harm Like the shock of a broken arm Or a love that would burn you blind Wild and unbrokenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
