Текст песни Black/Rich Tune - Will Oldham

We won't confess what we've done
We won't give back what we're holding
The unweary losing still of battle
Fighting men heavy with rigour

Torn together with the deeds we supplied
Eyes fixed on the sun
Hide in our bodies, hope for the jackals
Sooner the win, if our bones

This cold cannot be measured by the lords
Who shine their swords in the fog
The sun their action, dissolving the damned
Tomorrow was yesterday passing

And what would you give to see us leave our blood
At your feet for the deed of entreaty?
And what would you see give our eyes mournful
At your hip for the pride of surviving?