Creeping behind us to another stranger
Hold the dogs at bay, your laughter was the love that ran today
And what was the nature of our glorious anger?
We are only slaves to our ghostly arms and legs
And let the laughter fly like you were burning your bread
Staggering through the days to yield the seed of the golden age
While time is drifting like the ice in the hearts of the bergs
Dancing in our graves
Drifting beneath the northern lights
I worked in the fields in a dignified way
We are only slaves to our master's memories
But all you lions can keep your bloody pride
The sound we fear is only our day
But my pride was just another agent of decay
There was hardly a sound
You were my song when you ripped your pretty head
Well time now has surely passed us by
With our handles of wine and blood stained blazers
And laying in the ruins of this golden age
But for the feathers of vultures beating the ground
When we were young we said we'd never play the game
And dark is the dusk in the city's bloodshot eyes
Lonely is the town
I tried to wield a greater blade
Oh my dear brothers what were your names?
We are only slaves to our distant youths and coming graves
And I remember our school but little of our crimes
