paroles de chanson Dead Men Tell No Tales - Fortitude

The more answers I solve
The more questions are posed
You are the Judge and the Jury
Hell, scorn and devil's fury

Going sane in a crazy world
Off to war, flags unfurled
I've lit a fuse that I can't put out
Hear my plea, hear my shout

And the marching band plays with blood-stained hands
As they beat their drums you will understand
Dead men tell no, dead men tell no, dead men tell no tales

Forgive me I have sinned
Hear the whispers in the wind
No time for licking wounds
The gallows beckon all too soon

Dirty graves, dusty gaols
No one's coming to pay the bail
On the run, born a fighter
Now the noose is getting tighter

And the marching band plays with blood-stained hands
As they beat their drums you will understand
Dead men tell no, dead men tell no, dead men tell no tales

And the only thing that makes sense, is nothing ever makes sense
The only thing that makes sense, is nothing ever makes sense

And the marching band plays with blood-stained hands
As they beat their drums you will understand
Dead men tell no, dead men tell no, dead men tell no tales
Dead men tell no, dead men tell no, dead men tell no tales

And the only thing that makes sense, is nothing ever makes sense
And the only thing that makes sense, (tales)