Our Lost Infantry - Kenning lyrics

(verse 1) Wrote an alibi in mistletoe And drove it through my heart Left it there to watch it grow To pull my ribs apart Left the blessing incomplete And dying on the vine Stole the ground beneath my feet Is this gracious or malign? (verse 2) Bells will toll ‘the king is dead' Crowds sing ‘long live the king' Heap the blessings on his head Anoint with oil and eulogy Withering out a young man's state Still I dream of being born Cracking rocks at slumber's gate Forging chains by which we're drawn (verse 3) Sand will settle while we wait These feet of clay will turn to stone Playing over my mistakes Make your peace or die alone Til seven years have come and gone In secret i will wait Shadowed under reddened rocks Sleep by day and nights awake