Текст песни The Ballad of Bant Singh - Kapil Seshasayee

I hang a robe upon the bloody hook
A disconnect
From all the stars that slowly dim as if to genuflect
An altercation that I hoped would circumvent a curse
An allegation that would render all my limbs inert

(Your sect to a hilt, my wrath until)
You go and stir that sword
(Don't value your worth, as if it hurts)
Shaping your guise into an homage to a virtue

For berating the one that you adore
My only failings in a bid to learn anything
Don't call my bluff if you're not anxious
Heightened by it
Salient too
Bloated and rotund
But just in case

I had a feeling that it would have meant a lot to her
In spite of that your only motive is to make it worse
For all the risk I know I should have been more wary of
Decapitation as a token of my only love

(Your sect to a hilt, my wrath until)
You go and stir that sword
(Don't value your worth, as if it hurts)
Shaping your guise into an homage to a virtue

For berating the one that you adore
My only failings in a bid to learn anything
Don't call my bluff if you're not anxious
Heightened by it
Salient too
Bloated and rotund
But just in case