Espers
Dead King
Time has got by And I'm [??] Take a dollar for the crows and Throw coins in his beak Sounds, slide of coin Slight of name Then I'll meet you at the back gate And greet you just the same Time to make sod And we'll walk home To where the frost of the dead king Wear heavy on the plain Long it's been said That thou wert Of a man-beast woman And his lands are [beacons?]
From Letras Mania