Pale Song

Giddy stars, Legends tell

Ceasing their hymns

Falastin attends you now

Israfel is your name

So legends guess

Despisest all pale song

No one sings so wildly well

As angel that trods skies

And red loving moon

We move:

And they say

He fades in our eyes

We sing now

Of freedom and rain

But she is gone

Brown eyes can't rain no more

Just marble skin

Where sun grew up us

In Heaven, a spirit dwell

Whose heart-strings are a lute

Her lyre was, a little gun

It sang like freedom calls

I touch the mud

So sweet

So warm

It's inside me

I touch the mud

You see

So warm

It's inside me

We touch our mud

A dream

Our will

It's a grave in filth

I touch the mud

Your eyes

Your hand

It's inside you

No one sings so hardly well

As poor man that loose

Love and red loving fear

As soldier that

Swim in the fields of bodies

He holds a lyre of doom

The doom of earth & wish

The wish Israphel