Paroles de All the king's horns

One mother rises Pulling the sheets from the crib All the disguises Wandering stars, what she did All the king's horns, all the king's horns Saddled and worn Raise the dead Holy and infant He came to raise up the dead Wandering wisemen What did you bring to his bed? Shapeless surprises Incense to bring to the dead Nothing is wrong, it's what she did All the kings horn's and king's men Nothing is wrong, it's what she did All the king's horns and king's men Nothing is wrong, it's what she did All the king's horns raise the dead Nothing is wrong, it's what she did All the king's horns