Bronze Head
I had grown wild and wandered murmuring everywhere
My child, my child
My child, my child
I had grown wild and wandered murmuring everywhere
My child, my child
My child, my child
Supernatural
As though a sterner eye
Look through her eyes
On this foul world and its decline
On gangling stocks grown great
Great stocks run dry
On gangling stocks grown great
Great stocks run dry
Supernatural
As though a sterner eye
Look through her eyes
On this foul world and its decline
Ancestral pearls
All pitched into a sty
Heroic reverie
Mocked by clown and knave
I wondered was left
What was left?
For massacre to save
For massacre to save
Save
Save
Supernatural
As though a sterner eye
Look through her eye
On this foul world and its decline
Supernatural
As though a sterner eye
Look through her eye
On this foul world and its decline