Felt (UK) - The Stagnant Pool lyrics

The stagnant pool, Like a drowned coffin, Still as a deceased heart, Haunting the ghost of the noble crusader, Who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs, Never melting, Never a drop to disturb stagnation. Oh they say I'll never win You'll always get beat And like a drop of blood from the Devil's tap I'm dragging the crusader behind Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell Steps purposely down the black hole back to hell