With Death by my window,
I slumber in his shadow,
He yawns and coughs,
spies and waits
for the wheel to grind to a halt,
the water to slow to a trickle,
the shadows to cease their dances
and the dinghy to be adrift.
The clocks have struck,
the bells have rung,
the hour has come,
I hear him at the door.
The hour has come
for a rue laden heart to
to ponder the eternal verities.
Friday, October 05, 2007
With Death By My Window
Scribbled by Eastertide at 5.10.07
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very vell ritten.. check http://www.lyricsfreak.com/i/iron+maiden/hallowed+be+thy+name_20067959.html
creates a very similar dark atmosphere :)
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