Golden Trinckets Lyrics

Same stranger awaits at my door

I only hear his lonesome lore

When I'm alone with you

A sharp knife is the weapon of choice

I hold ot close when I hear the voice

But fire works here too

We've lost track of whose to blame

Just make sure you say my name

When you moan, is it for me ? Is it not ?

A little emotion from my tiny soul,

All you lovely faces I'll soon forget,

I'll trade for some golden trinckets

And a picture of the god I worship.

We could ring those pagan bells,

We could fashion some brand new spells,

And sing it inbetween the echoes.

He don't talk, he merely breathes,

I d'ont choke, I just say : « Please ! Will you go ? Will you let me be ? »

Still singin' at my chamber door,

I still hear his lonesome lore,

When you moan, is it for me ? Is it not ?

A little emotion from my tiny soul,

All you lovely faces I'll soon forget,

I'll trade for some golden trinckets

And a picture of the god I worship.