كلمات Hanging Low My Cursed Head

Hanging Low My Cursed Head adapted from a poem by Richard Harris music by Faxed Head catching the forceps on my chin was counted out before the fight Hanging low my cursed head refused to rise and breed dead maggots in my grain burst my dumb egg shedding fosaken yoke on my firmament freeing my tribe of creeping things leading them through doors fit for angel wings