Martinets lyrics

Accordingly, it's fare thee well.

Gonna take God of leaves.

Red river swells.

The bugle roars you roam.

One horn for Jerhico and one for me.

Brave the tallies told,

Brave further, child

Unbroken to unknown

Dwell, persuasion, stay

It's a long, lost pact you've made

No real fortune's safe

No enchantments

Vex spell cum distant draw

I'm wretched but the sea is law in parts

Pose, sold

For it's never ours unto

It's just me and you

We perish free to dive right back asleep,

asleep,

to sleep.

If myth and myrrh are restive plow

And an Orient moves pungent brow,

Then poisoned strays a seraph's mouth

Wept to the plat I'd kept for kicks

As perished in fragile rout,

Whence quislings broomed straight from their fix.

For candor, for mesa, for shroud

I chafe by what stabs so loud

Majestic, more than proud,

Dear fantastic swing rhythms of the mind,

Pure sentience is the manna of our kind

Day for night,

Day-night.

For it's never ours unto

It's just me and you

Spun arabesque

An altar for an altar for an altar for a kiss.