Текст песни Clarion Call - Kevin Wulf

Red velvet curtains
Absorbing your dust
You shake off your clothes
Compounded by lust
In constant disdain
Although, all in all
It's just your clarion call

Sceptre and crown
Held close to her breast
The talk of the town
Fuels self-interest
Her mark of Cain, her self-detest
You hated her withering woe

Reading your passage
Your phrases repeat
The blood from your hands
Soaks into your feet
You made an attempt, you start to deform
And no one is safe from the storm
Your words are cuneiform
And no one is safe from the storm
Your words are cuneiform
And no one is safe from the storm
Your words are cuneiform
And no one is safe from the storm
Dry off your old uniform

That's the wrong answer
To the question
But I'll endure