Vultures - hovering
Over thine own rotten corpse
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Vultures - hovering
Over thine own rotten corpse
Vultures - hovering
Over thine own rotten corpse
they make prey-your feet
'Do you think it is?'
'Do you think it is?'
a ghost veiled in the shadows
'Do you think it is?'
a ghost veiled in the shadows
of my prison house*
*from Hamlet
Better things await
Better things await
In the forrest, where all is
Better things await
In the forrest, where all is
dim and forgotten
Memories of you
Memories of you
ancient haunts of distant past
Memories of you
ancient haunts of distant past
brings back the silence
20th Century Dream
20th century dream
Dead, in the bars of Fitzgerald
(I know, I broke the law :lol:)
:cold:
20th century dream
Dead, in the bars of Fitzgerald
On gutters - a corpse
Just leave me alone