Paroles de The Spaniards

Butcher bows Sparse trails of haunted conquests Through gales of spotless sunsets boon O' gentlemen who suffer bright It's so here we divvy up the blight To speak while irons spark Mark maids, my spoils are given rot Take me as I am Take me as I am Take me as I am Fearing aught Upswept to unlaced bodice To furies, I gave notice sight Filled dragoons full of graves With pretty-8's we cried out of grace Till past was all but kept 'Tis strange, the felled and their effects Given blood, yet nothing of the best Mistook the misdeeds of the blessed Take me as I am Take me as I am Take me as I am