The Desolate Voice of Daniel's Creek Lyrics

Oh, the bravest sing

When the lamplight fades

Of all the glory that she branded in stone

Marionettes baring cobalt breath

To tell the story of the Daniel's Creek rose

The ashes remember her scarlet hair

Worn tightly as a soldier's helm

And from her aged lips

Not a moment's rest

A spout of poems sound the bells

When the morning came, and her darling waned

At the mercy of a pillager's cold steel

The hapless few

In the town, they knew

Would be burning in the hands of Paula Sandwill

On the eve of blood, bereft of love

The paltry hearts of the damned

She set alight, with a bruised might

And surrendered to the devil's hand

Now in hindsight she bellows a harrowing song

Lilting to the drums of contempt

She said, no human, beast, fool or god

Will silence Paula Sandwill's hymn

And the children gather curiously

Around the crooked hanging tree between the hills

To hear, they thought, what her torment begot

The desolate voice of Paula Sandwill