So here are those old days coming back again And me the fed I thought that I had escaped And the girls became more ugly And the sun got hidden again And my old dirty matress was torn and all the knives underneath were thrusted inside my back Friends turn to enemies and all my real enemies disappear, alone me now kneeled by the grove of my lost pride I cry all night
Cry and sworn, oh how it really hurts but I am ready to lead my almost rotten hull to distant trips Exile once again my loved one Oh I never see you back And others will be yelling about kings and gods and me alone by the celebrant tomb I cry and sing all night and me alone by the sea I beg the wind with me to cry and me alone I cry, I sing, I die and...
I don't sing for the song I'll never sing for the song, for the song fell frozen from my lips
And I cry all night - and I sing alright and I die tonight - and I just never sing...