Faces Of Francis (Céasadh)

My face is revaled
I can't hide anymore
The sudden clutch off a feeling so stranded
Kept me well in doubt
A revenge must be planned out

I'll take a route to the End of Kingdoms
To the Arches of Life
And dig up your dead grave
And lay in land
For the birds to feed off of

For the monsters to gaze at
For the bugs to make home at
May he pray beyond the grave for his ribcage to stay
Because he'll need it to climb out
And to hide in bushes till the dawn comes to collect him

Because Gods don't fear him, and neither do I
He done me white but wrong
He took everything I've had
I still see him at the window frame

Moonshine in his hand
I was born a bastard, a nasty old fiddle
I'll take revenge on the whom he raised next to him
But not him, not on Francis



Credits
Writer(s): Balog Zsombor
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