Fans of Yarlamoth Lyrics

A light orb drifting through a village wood at evening

A priestess at a temple made of stone

The silence and the night, the dimmest and the bright

A knowledge that we cannot see the biggest sight of all

Kate Alabaster, professional sculptress

Seeking the whim of those interred

Stretches a pair of items most bulbous

And flaps them gently like a great lazy bird

The Merchant of Thale loosens his halo

The Poet of Bath has abjured

The wine bar has made them all sallow

And their temperament was already absurd

Warzlo Hierenze bleeds-out his friends

In an alley of Polish bricks

He imagines his credo like a trademark

Anything hit hard enough will shift

The dawn moon wolf dogs botch operatic

And a gray-sun day looms most emphatic

Yet in the grizzled byways of Grosvenor

A stray tune lifts