Blind Opera Songtext / Lyric

My dead lords... my dead lords

Your strange ringed fingers turn,

Turned to knots of scented wood.

From your arms

that held our secrets fell the fruit

My dead lords...

You hold the past.

And I confess the uneasiness

of my love for you my lords.



My anger gives me strength my lords.

You loved and listened to the lovers

But we have stopped listening to you...

We have stopped listening to you my lords

We've paralysed... the pain.






And the wind in your bare ribs

Uttered still the tunes of lovers

In the geese veed sky

My dead lords

I confess an uneasiness in my love for you,

Confusion in my passion.



Were you the song of September

That charmed the fieldfares?

When your rotten skin grew hard

It fed your minion crows,

My black shining brothers

My dead lords

Oh my dead lords

I confess...

My anger gives me strength my lords.

I kissed your hard crusted rotten skin.

My uneasiness it grows

But you my Morton lords

Live on in my anger

Like the sun