Patrick Wolf
Nemoralia
There passed a summer
Where our children went to war
With conviction without cause
Furnaces in the borough I was born
Dreaming echelons
Above my station
The corners I walk in
I waited and watched
On the corners
I dreamt on in my youth
In my youth
Heartless
Heartless
Now I dream of Orion
Sword by side
Sword by side
Protect the night
Heartless
Heartless
Sans Coeur
Tout sans Coeur
From Letras Mania