I draw my bow, in one great swing And pull it slow across the strings ‘cause in these halls, with my last breath I’ll sing to you the song of death
Hear my final requiem a cadence cowards would condemn Hear my nocturne of the end A ballad that the brave commend
My gilded tongue will spur them on and loyalty will keep us strong my melodies disturb their peace and will drown out their hopeless pleas
and when my song is finally done none live to see the rising sun and when we all are dead and gone who will sing the poets song?
I’m the spilman And I’m singin’ Of your final days So sing with me And just maybe They’ll sing a song for you somedayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.