ترانه:
Faith And The Muse

of all unspoken sin Agrip'd my angered heart within And blood unknowing humble flows Deity's miscarried ghost For here my innate children prey Un-nursed and

wonder Shake the walls with this Severance Cry bitterness, the passionless Stained with dishonor Behold this frail offering These weighted words fall as Autumn leaves Confined and

your Effigies Ignite Burning Down the Seems of Change I inhabit that one region where the mind enthralls and lulls the image Where my youth and life and

and smiles Bleeding in a stairwell Fever-staggered steps and a mouth so dry Three liquid words collapse Blind and chasing sirens Five years of night time and

sit and weep upon her grave For twelve-month and a day One true love is eternity for two Three four nevermore Will I see my love true The twelve-month and

(written by Thomas campion; 1600) When to her lute Corinna sings Her voice revives the leaden strings And doth on highest note appeare As any challeng

done Too slow to notice The fire's gone So thin on the ground With a chemical heart And a cheap excuse I've played my part A torch to the error And a

Time to show some sharper teeth Time to grow a thicker skin Time to drop the seventh veil and let some madness wander in This is not a darker age Just

(Words written by Tennyson, 1883) Row us out to Desenzano, to your Sirmione row So they rowed, and there we landed O Venusta Sirmio There to me through