踏刃而起

Close the door put out the light, Y'know they won't be home tonight, ooh. The snow falls hard and don't you know? The winds of Thor are blowing cold. They're wearing steel that's bright and true, ooh, They carry news that must get through, They choos

Plato's spawn cold ivyed eyes Snare truth in bone and globe. Harlequins coin pointless games Sneer jokes in parrot's robe. Two women weep, dame scarlet screen Sheds sudden theatre rain, Whilst dark in dream the midnight queen Knows every human pain.