Blood King (Sham)

In the streets

of dusky wind and cloudy sphere;

The silence prevails, the silence prevails.

Red red despair

bloody noon, bloody day

feet on the way and souls slayn’.

Scary scars, dreary dead

I crawl over my land

hurts more than a deep shallow sword,

Like a friend to a fiend.

A child to child

in the warming wombs cries underneath

Men to men, some young some worn

have lost their breath.

I held my tears

I let them go

I held them over

deep and more.

Bow down your crowns and pray

better we shelve,

Hunt us holy, sick and frail

Deaf is our cure, dear Dave dear Dave!

Red red despair

Bloody noon bloody day

Feet on the way and souls slayn.

Fragile lips, the eyes of pearls

A voice as clear the voice heard

Blood is hence mourn hails;

In the streets

of dusky wind and cloudy sphere,

The silence prevails, the silence prevails.