The Dreamseed Theologist – Letras de Mister Misfortune

Mister Misfortune

I took the sons of Lethe
As my children
And called to court each
Wretched boy
To have his head removed

I cast the towers down
Into the streets
And called the names of
Long dead gods
To have their seals removed

And all the kings that ever ruled
Knew not that their queens had loved me
And all the priests that ever spoke
Knew not that their gods had made me
And all the men that ever lived
Knew not of their great folly
And all the kings that ever ruled
Knew not that their queens had loved me

Down within the dying dust
We find our own reflection
Silvered mirror made of skin
Cast shadows of the valley
Count forever
As wasted moments
And vain misused deceptions
Oh silvered mirror
My lover holds
Weaving shadows in the valley