Memorial

Weaving Fortunes having been apportioned Always had a feeling it would happen A blade or an arrow in the dark Drowning Stars at the limits of the evening A red tail simmering and dying Tonight two confederates will part Andromache Planted on the brink of disaster, asks What more is there to say than I've already said? Tell me now, what more is there to do? Don't ask of me Darkened by a glimpse of the aftermath What more is there to love than I already have? Tell mе now, what more is there to losе? Steeling Law-bound to carry out a mandate Pulses hammering in tandem Unreadiness enveloping the earth And the defender Iridescent, eyeing the horizon Andromache is slipping from his mind now An absence growing in the world Andromache Planted on the brink of disaster, asks What more is there to say than I've already said? Tell me now, what more is there to do? Don't ask of me Darkened by a glimpse of the aftermath What more is there to love than I already have? Tell me now, what more is there to lose? His wife was Andromache One day he looked at her quietly He said I know what will happen Here come The man No no no The show It must Go on Andromache Angel of The white arms