Clann Zu Black Coats & Bandages Lyrics

Umbrellas and crows fill the grey. Pock marked procession
thru the sleet as the howl of a lonely bell misbehaves In
the drunken silence. Polished black shoes singing on
gravel. Albino leaves sweep thru the air falling in half
time so as not to interrupt the silent shuffle. Black coats and bandages fall out of an eviscerated sky.
Processions of emptiness run for the turning of the tide.
To sail in their coffin ships where all good things must
die.Underneath a bitter sun hanging in a wounded sky.

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