Chorus
The shadow chorus mock my ear
with tongues that sing no more,
the haunting strains I barely hear
yet feel I can't ignore.
Song
I am a whisper, something said,
mere echoes down the ages,
and if the singing's in my head
just turn the bloody pages...
I am the unborn, living dead,
I crawl the crystal cages,
the blindman's guide, the bleeder bled
to pay the weavers wages...
Envoi
My bed is a bier, my body has bled,
a wreath of destruction lies over my head,
rejected, dejected, and covered in shame,
Legion's my loving, my lust...and my name...
Reprise
I await the cutter of threads
The shadow chorus mock my ear
with tongues that sing no more,
the haunting strains I barely hear
yet feel I can't ignore.
Song
I am a whisper, something said,
mere echoes down the ages,
and if the singing's in my head
just turn the bloody pages...
I am the unborn, living dead,
I crawl the crystal cages,
the blindman's guide, the bleeder bled
to pay the weavers wages...
Envoi
My bed is a bier, my body has bled,
a wreath of destruction lies over my head,
rejected, dejected, and covered in shame,
Legion's my loving, my lust...and my name...
Reprise
I await the cutter of threads
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