To Sol a Thane

Lyrics

To sol a thane None so revered as the orchard keeper Whilst his cargo sways heavily See now, he's forgotten Like all the mute ones when bellies fill See now as I spit only contempt for you For all that weave only from second hand passions Mine is the heart that skips not a single beat for all your kind I am not your kin, I'm not your peer You that bear not a thought of your own making.. Ye in panic and ye in retreat Ye who sing laments of sufferings not yet born Your minds collected are unfit to engage even one of ours Ye who roar surrender in unison With yet even a whisper of carnage to be anointed The wolf with lamb's heart falls in shame Having died tasting no blood but his own, having died a coward