to offer and steal
Inner nations marching,
stopping and kneel
You have silenced your trust
and no longer feel
But I still play the game
Dancing in one heel
Like broken one legged bird
In moon lake of silver dust
Swan princess with bloody feet
Atempting the best of age
Covered in silk, white soft sheet
Spinning round and one more time
It is only in my head
You don't here the music play
Soon I will be again dead
