My blade held by my side I walk this road alone,
I wait in stillness for you I hold a swan feather for you,
Then wait imprisonment, as swans sing let the sea glow,
In riches and in anger,
In troubles mercy,
Pity you.
The sword is vengeful now, fair play to all that die,
By summers fateful tide with winters coming swan song dies,
Your play is pitiful,
Your words unspoken now,
We stand before your being,
And kiss your hand,
With subtle smiles.
Let the swan die,
Let the swan die,
The sequel is the same and we will never learn,
Appropriately dressed but inappropriately said,
Then clip those great white wings,
Take sky and take to water,
Hear melodies in minor,
Sweet harmony,
Ring o'er the snow,
Let the swan die,
Let the swan die,
For faith you cry,
For greed you died,
We are the same,
We're all to blame,
My courage in my breast is all I'm holding now,
In taking of the wing I sing of swan feathers for you,
Then wait imprisonment,
As swans sing let the sea glow,
In riches and in greed,
On natures mercy,
Pity you,
Proceeds from this excellent new darkambient/neofolk comp from LEFT/FOLK goes to benefit American Near East Refugee Aid. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 10, 2024