Heavy footsteps,
Rainy days,
Which erase,
Which wipe out.
Lovers of breath,
Heights,
Dog of love,
Fifteen minutes.
The hurricane
We hurt them
Each day
of weakness.
Taking notes,
Somnambulism,
Interlopes,
Match's a draw.
But the sirens have loud voices,
And we like them a little softer.
Bring out the banners,
Banners.
Gods of spasms,
Sons of rats,
Queens of hearts,
Fools of the King.
Mercenaries,
Not in their prime,
nothing to do,
just a dark abyss.
I can't say,
"Go and see",
Can't direct you,
Towards the danger.
10 voices for,
10 against,
Second round,
Of playing the show.
But the sirens have loud voices,
And we like them a little softer.
Bring out the banners,
Banners.