Bronze Head

I had grown wild and wandered murmuring everywhere

My child, my child

My child, my child

I had grown wild and wandered murmuring everywhere

My child, my child

My child, my child

Supernatural

As though a sterner eye

Look through her eyes

On this foul world and its decline

On gangling stocks grown great

Great stocks run dry

On gangling stocks grown great

Great stocks run dry

Supernatural

As though a sterner eye

Look through her eyes

On this foul world and its decline

Ancestral pearls

All pitched into a sty

Heroic reverie

Mocked by clown and knave

I wondered was left

What was left?

For massacre to save

For massacre to save

Save

Save

Supernatural

As though a sterner eye

Look through her eye

On this foul world and its decline

Supernatural

As though a sterner eye

Look through her eye

On this foul world and its decline