Rana The Fortunate

(álbum: In The Half-Light - 2021)

Thrown in to a golden cage
Renamed the breeder of grace but
All the finest silk of the land
Couldn't tie up my arms, tie up my hands

As for all the sweet perfume
And for all the flesh consumed
Nothing could change yes that I knew
And by the grace of he went I

I have known the pleasures of man
The honey spilled over my hands
And now an angry god commands
Blood on the altar

As the drunken soldiers slept
Through the palace gardens I crept
On a throne of feathers I have slept but now
I am awake

And all along
The dunes of the Dardanelles
A holy rifle on my shoulder and
50 pounds sterling
I kept in my pocket
I know very soon will
Be of no use to me

Rolled through the night
On a truck to the coast
The arrows of Ulgen above us
I'll sway my hips to the beat of the bombs
And salute the fallen

Oh, the joy to hear it
So lonesome you wouldn't believe it

As all the world is born again
Naked and wailing