Your glory which hath truly shone, amid the jewels of a family throne. As a sun, and with it, pain… a walk in your shadow, once again. Oh, craving heart, for lost flowers. And, longing for the wasted hours. Undying voice of this dead time. The loudest reminder, as a chime. Hey, we’re losing time. Ya woke me, now send me back to sleep. Ya woke me, now send me back to sleep. From clouds that hung, like banners, over, a deafening, deepest trumpet-thunder's roar. From clouds that hung, like banners, over, yeah… a deafening, deepest trumpet-thunder's roar… oh! And, I have no words, not one to tell, on the fuckin’ subject of living well. And, there’s no reason I should trace these tears that have fallen from my face, oh no. Welcome to the shiver show. Welcome to the shiver show.
Lyrical inspiration from Edgar Allan Poe's "Tamerlane"
