(Curse of) The Horse Latitudes Pt. II – A Girl A Gun A Ghost – letras

Dirty doves drink from golden chalicesDiscuss the state of things.Talks of empires, towering spiresAnd what it is that dethrones kings.Bring me the head of he whom worships Judas.Paint over his eyes, he?ll never see love again.Sew up his mouth, the dragonflies have revenge?Pluck the wings. Crack the scales.Tonight!The morning hails, wipe the charcoal from sleeping eyes!We must unfurl the sails!The whitest wing hears lovely things?He?ll be seduced by the Sirens? wails.It?s like a shipwreck with no crew leftAnd the Captain?s floating by me, baby.Saviors over my head, don?t leave me for dead!Take this message to my lady! »Oh Susannah, won?t you cry for meI am lost and I am lonely floating here at sea. »The good ship Asphyxia brought white clouds of hopeYet now it sleeps.Love is lost in the wettest greyThis island?s only hope is that he will wash up someday.Burning fields and skeleton trees are screaming at our doorsTelling stories of forgotten friends on distant shores.End their lives; end their pain,For the ravens will reign,Forevermore.