Patrick Wolf Nemoralia
There passed a summer
Where our children went to war
Of conviction without cause
Furnaces in the borough I was born
Dreaming echelons
Above my station
These corners I walk in
I waited and watched
On the corners
I dreamt on in my youth
In my youth
Heartless
Heartless
Now I dream of Orion
Sword by side
Sword by side
Protect the night
Heartless
Heartless
Sans Coeur
Tout sans Coeur
