Halfman's Song
There are some who are born distinguished
There are some who are raised in praise
But me I was always the last in line
A blot in my father's gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Cruel tricks of romance
Degraded by their spite
You snub your cub too many times
You just might feel his bite
Beware, beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the halfman's song
They're whispering the halfman's song
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin
Play a tune on the half man's pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
Molding puppets from their minds of clay
I'm no man of honor
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware, beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the halfman's song
They're whispering the halfman's song
Whispering the halfman's song
There are some who are raised in praise
But me I was always the last in line
A blot in my father's gaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
Cruel tricks of romance
Degraded by their spite
You snub your cub too many times
You just might feel his bite
Beware, beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the halfman's song
They're whispering the halfman's song
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin
Play a tune on the half man's pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
Molding puppets from their minds of clay
I'm no man of honor
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware, beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the halfman's song
They're whispering the halfman's song
Whispering the halfman's song
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Writer(s): Gavin Dunne
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