The Vampyre

(альбом: Few - 2017)

To burn the day again
When darkness shows no end
Smile at the saddest times
Weep for a happy life

Eyes fixed on heavens high
I tumble into holes

I follow suit in dreams
Voice of the wind and streams
Wise men have none like mine
I am the fools delight

I beg by the moonlight
The voice never consoles

I wake with mind aflame
My joy and sorrow same
The gray fell all around
A sickness so profound

I've earned this endless night
I've earned this bed of coals

The world's come to a head
The sun and moon are dead
Nothing more here to see
The light gives up
Now it's leaving me

I've made myself a thief
Lived beyond belief
If god's just a jawbone
We're just his crooked, rotten teeth

I'll wear these mortal coils
Like snakes around my ankles
I'll be thankful
I deserve no less
Spend my last days under duress

Eyes fixed on heavens high
I tumble into holes

I'll wear these mortal coils
Like snakes around my ankles
I'll be thankful
I deserve no less
Spend my last days under duress

Eyes fixed on heavens high
I tumble into holes

Spend my last days
Spend my last days under duress