CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : The Hanged Man Rusts (Live)
Gawain, I know you fear the underworld
Hate the ghouls that live in its thunder
That hunger for carrion torn asunder
By blades that glint in the dark
But hear me when I tell you straight, your
Hate’s misplaced, it’s baseless and savage
The danger’s your loathing, provoking their fear and
Their violence directed at you
I hear what you say and I’m listening
But hanged man your words make no sense
If you’ve looked in their eyes, you’d have seen it
Barbarity pure and intense
I’d love to sit down and to parley
But there’s no way to teach them to serve
A bullet is all they deserve
Arthur, my sheriff, I’ve news to cheer you
Your son yet lives, he’s drawing near you
And saved by those they blamed through fear
Now he’s grown up into a man
You lived, you grieved you’d ne’er again see him
But still he came though feeling deceiving
So recognise, embrace and believe him
And you may yet save your world
Well hanged man, your prophecy’s groundless
I have no son, dead or alive
It’s true that I once had a daughter
But she fell to barbarian knives
I have all those I trust around me
This world’s hard and I must be too
There’s none of that trust left for you
Deep within the depth of the station
You’d find the key that brings your salvation
Ornate and hidden past pain and privation
It’s clutched in the Captain’s cold hands
So take your seat, the one that they warn you from
Galahad, be strong, its visions
May overwhelm but they won’t steer you wrong
Follow them through to your fate
Well son that’s a hell of a story
But hanged man I’m glad ya choose me
I know what’s its like when those b*st*rds
Just can’t see
Oh, I won’t forget what you told me
I’ll do what I need
If there’s any way it’ll save us
We might be freed
Of the heat
Of the violence
Of the hatred in their hearts
"Ah, that Galahad though. Definitely top ten religious zealots. Although, do you remember the nova pope?"
"Nova pope?"
"Yes the (blows up noise) ahhh! You know? The nova pope?"
"Didn't he turn out to be hundreds of mice in a hat?"
"That has no bearing on the validity of his baptisms."
"It was a disaster!"
"I mean, it was a bit of a scandal, sure but. Anyway. Point is, even he struggled at times to match the fire that I saw in Galahad."
Hate the ghouls that live in its thunder
That hunger for carrion torn asunder
By blades that glint in the dark
But hear me when I tell you straight, your
Hate’s misplaced, it’s baseless and savage
The danger’s your loathing, provoking their fear and
Their violence directed at you
I hear what you say and I’m listening
But hanged man your words make no sense
If you’ve looked in their eyes, you’d have seen it
Barbarity pure and intense
I’d love to sit down and to parley
But there’s no way to teach them to serve
A bullet is all they deserve
Arthur, my sheriff, I’ve news to cheer you
Your son yet lives, he’s drawing near you
And saved by those they blamed through fear
Now he’s grown up into a man
You lived, you grieved you’d ne’er again see him
But still he came though feeling deceiving
So recognise, embrace and believe him
And you may yet save your world
Well hanged man, your prophecy’s groundless
I have no son, dead or alive
It’s true that I once had a daughter
But she fell to barbarian knives
I have all those I trust around me
This world’s hard and I must be too
There’s none of that trust left for you
Deep within the depth of the station
You’d find the key that brings your salvation
Ornate and hidden past pain and privation
It’s clutched in the Captain’s cold hands
So take your seat, the one that they warn you from
Galahad, be strong, its visions
May overwhelm but they won’t steer you wrong
Follow them through to your fate
Well son that’s a hell of a story
But hanged man I’m glad ya choose me
I know what’s its like when those b*st*rds
Just can’t see
Oh, I won’t forget what you told me
I’ll do what I need
If there’s any way it’ll save us
We might be freed
Of the heat
Of the violence
Of the hatred in their hearts
"Ah, that Galahad though. Definitely top ten religious zealots. Although, do you remember the nova pope?"
"Nova pope?"
"Yes the (blows up noise) ahhh! You know? The nova pope?"
"Didn't he turn out to be hundreds of mice in a hat?"
"That has no bearing on the validity of his baptisms."
"It was a disaster!"
"I mean, it was a bit of a scandal, sure but. Anyway. Point is, even he struggled at times to match the fire that I saw in Galahad."
