Knell Of Hope
Through trumpeting of idle words,
In wretched delight we lie,
Whilst the thick, gathered in herds,
Leer at our passing by.
Can't you see?
My heart is bleeding.
Through trumpeting of idle words,
In wretched delight we lie,
Whilst the thick, gathered in herds,
Leer at our passing by.
Can't you see?
My heart is bleeding.