Oh sail set I, prison on the fly
Sighs barely noted
So floats the grave, for those who can't be saved, slaved
Sworn to pasture
High on the mast, raving to the last
The classed overthrow the border's line
And so find the truth, pulling at the tooth
Of youth's carnal rapture
And though I blessed you son
I'm clever and I spun one last enchanter
And though I asked you stay, to tussle in the hay
You'll say it's masked infanticide
And though I blessed you son
I'm clever and I spun one last enchanter
And though I asked you stay, to tussle in the hay
You'll pay for masked infanticide