We, the salvaged
From which bones death cuts his pipe
On which sinews he wielded his bow
Our bodies sigh for this times
With their garbled sound
Fears worm has riven on us
Ow
This chain of riddles
Laid around the neck of the night
Kings word written far away
Blurred by the comets trail, when skies torn wound cut
There in the beggar that walks on knees
That measured all streets by his trunk
It will be out suffered - the written
And dying will be learned - in patience
We, the salvaged
The noose twisted for our neck
They still pend in the blue sky before us
And the feed for the clockwork
Is still our gushing blood
Our stars are buried in dust
This chain of riddles
Laid around the neck of the night
Kings word written far away
Blurred by the comets trail, when skies torn wound cut
There in the beggar that walks on knees
That measured all streets by his trunk
It will be out suffered - the written
And dying will be learned - in patience
This chain of riddles
Laid around the neck of the night
Kings word written far away
Blurred by the comets trail, when skies torn wound cut
There in the beggar that walks on knees
That measured all streets by his trunk
It will be out suffered - the written
And dying will be learned - in patience