There Is A Man Out There On A Dead Plains
Not More Than A Shadow Of A Ghost In Between
Beneath His Robes There Are Two Blades
One He Calls The Tongue The Other Teeth
Dear Brother
But The Sword At Your Tongue Is The Sword In My Hand
Our Father
I Can Never
He Is Spoken Of Among The Red Slaves
Some Say His Horse Has But One Eye
They Say Seventeen Men Have Spoken His d**h Name
But The Blood In His Veins Is The Same As Mine
Dear Brother
But The Sword At Your Tongue Is The Sword In My Hand
Our Father
I Can Never