The Grey King

The slow approach of winter after winter
The turning seasons wither in my head
The weary fluctuations of time and distance
Forgetfulness and dying
The grey king

No longer clings to that which dies
The imagination is lonely at the great

Thought of death
Black void of loneliness
Worms rob the honeycomb

The slow approach of winter after winter
The turning seasons wither in my head
The weary fluctuations of time and distance
Forgetfulness and dying
The grey king no longer clings

No longer clings to that which dies
The imagination is lonely at the great thought of death
The imagination is lonely at the great thought of death
Black void of loneliness
Black void of loneliness
Worms rob the honeycomb

Black void of loneliness
Black void of loneliness
Black void of loneliness
Black void of loneliness
Worms rob the honeycomb
Worms rob the honeycomb
Worms rob the honeycomb
Worms rob the honeycomb