Jonathan Low - Vampire Weekend | Текст песни

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• Jonathan Low
• Vampire Weekend

Last born of the clan, first one to be free
Lived inside a house beneath the hanging tree,
Loved them deadly nights that chilled him to the bone,
Words were cried at night in unforgiving tones

Blood of his men was gone beneath snow,
He picked up his knife and his bow,
Killer of Jonathan Low

Violence from without and anger from within,
Crawling through the fields informing next of kin,
They all turned their backs but they all knew his name
And if he could return, they’d probably do the same

Blood of his friends was gone beneath snow,
For all that I know he died,
Killer of Jonathan Low

The blood of his friends was gone beneath snow,
For all that I know he died,
Killer of Jonathan Low

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