Bronze Head

I had grown wild and wandered murmuring everywhere My child, my child My child, my child I had grown wild and wandered murmuring everywhere My child, my child My child, my child Supernatural As though a sterner eye Look through her eyes On this foul world and its decline On gangling stocks grown great Great stocks run dry On gangling stocks grown great Great stocks run dry Supernatural As though a sterner eye Look through her eyes On this foul world and its decline Ancestral pearls All pitched into a sty Heroic reverie Mocked by clown and knave I wondered was left What was left? For massacre to save For massacre to save Save Save Supernatural As though a sterner eye Look through her eye On this foul world and its decline Supernatural As though a sterner eye Look through her eye On this foul world and its decline