Bronze Head

(albüm: I Had Grown Wild - 2015)

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