The Vizier

My child, come near
A moment, give me your ear

(Crimson Light / Maple Sight / Watchful Eye / Crimson Sky
"Pray for the soul of the Demoiselle Jeanne d'Ys, who died in her youth for love of Philip a Stranger. A. D. 1573.")

Speak not what you hear
The harvest comes later than ever this year
(Whiskey Alpha Kilo Echo, Hotel Echo India Romeo)
This is the last of my line
And there will be none after mine
The stock, we will cull in the fields
The grain, burn half of what we yield

It's time
You paid your tithe
Pick up the scythe work 'til you fall
Answer the call

Over, keening
Open bleeding
Call for doctor
Chances fleeting
Broken now
Your time is shorter
Try in vain
Receive no quarter



Credits
Writer(s): Dave Hollis
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