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The Devils weds a widow
Death another's leftovers
Better to lie on a willows
Rest on alder boughs
Then upon a widow's bed
On a used woman's pillow
Sweeter the side of a fence
Then a widow's flank

Softer the side of a grove
Than a widow's beside is

The Devil weds a widow
The grave one twice wed
A widow's hand is rougher
Than a dry spruce bough
With which she strikes the playful
Grabs the one who laughs
A widow has had her games
And spent a merry evening

My soul is bleeding
I feel so small
Afraid that this will never end
I canÂ’t understand the pain in my bones
I sleep through another trance

Climb over the rainbow
From here you can see so much

I need someone to take me down
But who can you trust

Got so many things to say
But itÂ’s something I donÂ’t wanna be
Gotta get away Â’cause itÂ’s time to shine
Like a fallen angel I run
I wonÂ’t ever see the sun

See the circle is now complete
Yet the harvest remains undone

Where hemlock grows and vermin crowl
All dreams descend with fear
Crushed by the darkness that wells inside
That beast I hold so dear

I got two strong arms,
blessings of Babylon
time, to carry on and try
for sins and false alarms
so to American the brave
wise man save.

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground.
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you.

I got plans for us
nights in the scullery
and days, instead of me I only
know what to discuss
Oh, for anything but light
Wise men fighting over you

It's not me you see,
pieces of valentine
and just, a song of mine to keep
from burning history
seasons of gasoline and gold
Wise men fold.

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you.

I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors without
a plan of yours a blackbird sings on bluebird hill.
Thanks to the calling of the wild
wise mens child.

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Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight.

Near a tree by a river there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran goes around and around.
And his mind is a beacon in the veil of the night.
For a strange kind of fashion there's a wrong and a right

But he'll never never fight over you
No he'll never never fight over you.

Katkennut terä kädessäni,
verivana rinnallani.
Vain tyhjä huotra maahan tallattuna
seuraa kun lähden taas.

On vihollinen kaadettu,
voittamaton voitettu.
Veistettyä lihaani pelko jäytää.

Tuo viima hyytävä
nimeäni kuljettaa.
Punainen veri piirtää
merkin maahan routaiseen.

Vuoren rinnettä
huurre kapuaa.
Kuin hetkeään odottaen
laelle kotka vain jää.

Taas vaihtaa tuuli suuntaa,
se vainajia syleilee ja kivet murentaa.

On metsä autio
ja pilvet paenneet.
Katson henki höyryten
kun kaikki hiljalleen jäätyy.

Vain viima hyytävä
nimeäni kuljettaa.
Lopulta tiedän sen
mitä tulin täyttämään.

Vuoren rinnettä
taivas kuristaa.
Pelotta tarkkailee hän
jonka siivet vielä kantavat.

Yksin tuulta vastassa
seisoo orpo taistojen.
Siintää metsä keihäiden
rannassa taivaan punaisen.

Se raivo lailla ukkosen
silpoo rivit nöyrtyvien.
Sudet talosta kuoleman
suovat henkäyksen viimeisen.

Yksin tuulta vastassa
on lapsi tuon teurastuksen.

Ei vanhus sano sanaakaan,
vain haaskalinnut taivaalla tarinansa tuntevat.

Multaan hautaan kappaleet
raudan väsymättömän.
Matkan lopussa ei jäljelle jää mitään.

Vielä viima hyytävä
lauluani kuljettaa.
Merkki routaisessa maassa
aikaan katoaa.

Vuoren rinnettä
huurre kapuaa.
Kuin hetkeään odottaen
laelle kotka vain jää.

Siivet revitty mutta kynnet valmiina
loppunsa kohtaamaan.

Sodan maailmaa
pimeys kuristaa.
Pelotta tarkkailee hän
jonka silmät vielä näkevät.