Strange Plot
Andre Herman Düne, David-Ivar Herman Düne
Six of them know but one will stay out
At the hour when no one would guess it could get that dark
The chill and the fear and the knowledge that it was not
Funny at all, that weird flight
And that's all mighty, mighty wings
Could be heard by one
By one with ears
And remnants of sour, sour feelings
Could be washed by one
Only with tears
The strange blood was with a little [?] at [?]
The beggars and the butlers and the wives were involved
And five out of six in the conspiracy
Were enough to wreck the whole thing
We held our weapons as if we were ready to rise
But none of us was willing to open our eyes
We held our weapons as if we were ready to rise
But none of us was willing to open our eyes