(Curse Of) The Horse Latitudes Pt. II Lyrics
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(Curse Of) The Horse Latitudes Pt. II
by A Girl A Gun A Ghost. Buy album CD: Through The Eyes Of Ahab
Dirty doves drink from golden chalices, discuss the state of things.
Talks of empires, towering spires, and what it is that dethrones kings.
Bring me the head of he whom worships Judas.
Paint over his eyes, heíll never see love again.
Sew up his mouth, the dragonflies have revengeÖ
Pluck the wings. Crack the scales.
The morning hails, wipe the charcoal from sleeping eyes!
We must unfurl the sails!
The whitest wing hears lovely thingsÖ
Heíll be seduced by the Sirensí wails.
Itís like a shipwreck with no crew left and the Captainís floating by me, baby.
Saviors over my head, donít leave me for dead! Take this message to my lady!
"Oh Susannah, wonít you cry for me. I am lost and I am lonely floating here at sea."
The good ship Asphyxia brought white clouds of hope, yet now it sleeps.
Love is lost in the wettest grey, this islandís only hope is that he will wash up someday.
Burning fields and skeleton trees are screaming at our doors
telling stories of forgotten friends on distant shores.
End their lives; end their pain,
For the ravens will reign,
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