Ved Buens Ende I Sang For The Swans
Went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen
To return with the wisdom of the kings
Let me dream
Let the fallen hear "It never rains around here "
The sand smothered on my chest
Was music to who i am
Eyes will never leave
The scar
The choir will never leave
Sing for the lurker
Sing for the One with horns
We pity the feathers
We devour the wing
I sang for the swans
I raped her on her throne
Let
Let the fallen....
Let the fallen hear "It never rains around here"
The sand with, it's beautiful voices
A choir
Leave... leave them the misery of the swans
The sand, smothered on our chests
Was music to who i am