Bowing Heads
(<em>Instrumental</em>)
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
The crawling clown The whistle laugh The voice that Commands none I decree that You are horribly free Talk as loud as you like But hear only Your own voice
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Let blood Paint the sink Let blood Remind us what we're made of Let blood Bring about the rosebud Let blood Wait
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
What great eyes you have The better to see you with But better eyes still Would see the face of truth And better eyes still Might see beyond And better still Might find a way to heal I hang my heavy head Flawed, not good enough Full of flawed eyes Ears, tounge flesh
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Exactly how You would not imagine in silence Amongst the earth's entirety It was finished while everyone was there yet no one saw
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026
Words are, absolutely quiet It is the awful voice That speaks up Lightning is Absolutely quiet Thunder Backs up the branch The whip is Absolutely quiet It is the awful hand That cracks its end
Submitted by Nargaroth — Jun 18, 2026