Washed into a sentimental gloom

Loneliness about the 

Battle-clad Byzantium commands

And these dark cards look nothing like my hand



Lightning strikes a second time

Songbird knows just when to die

Emperor cries immortal from the grime

Sun is in the hole in the sky



Interest builds up with perfumed pride

There's an enemy cruising on the plain tonight

years it's lost and then it's 

Don't know how I'm so far off from my bed





Memories of serpents in the drain

Melting like ice in the rain

As my self grows closer to the grave