Paroles de Simple Death

Look at this king in his king’s life And all these counsellors in their counsellor’s world Conquest of insane Will never see what I can see And all the saints are on wings high Look at the emperor, hear the emperor’s word Conquest of lost prayers But I can see what he can’t see Down in the yard new young flowers die Down in the gloom and they weep And all these said to be dead yet come in They don’t feel any fear Every gate seems to close Every gate of hell Every creed cremates Every creed cremates Every gate seems to close Every gate of hell Every creed cremates Every creed cremates