Текст песни Manor Farm - Kevin Wulf

Violins, control yourself
The other upper strings brood on about your health
Precedence, in decline
Nothing ever came of pompous diatribes
Brought us sin, commonwealth
A fixture in the future, much more they can sell

I have my stakes set in nobody
Many more to break before I'm settled
Where I know I alone belong
See that he does no harm
Goodbye to Manor Farm
Say bye to bitter arms
So long my sinner

Daedalus, full of pride
Perdix is the partridge in the northern sky
Icarus, flying high
The partridge had the last laugh after he had died

I feel my feet under my body
My back is sore and twisted
On the top my hair lay greased and mangled
And it sticks to my outstretched arms
See that he does no harm
Let die the Manor Farm
See that he does no harm
Goodbye to Manor Farm