Blackwater

Gaelic: A stуare, a stуare, a ghrб A stуare, a stуare an dtiocfaidh tъ? A stуare, a stуare, a grhб An dtiocfaidh tъ nу an bhfanfaidh tъ? Bhн me lб breб samhraidh I mo sheasamh ar an mhargadh 's is iomai fear a dъirt lion: "Monuar, gan tъ sa bhaile ag

Shapes still melt into the smoke 
Looking down at scattered bones 
I used to keep a slender hope 
'Til they spread above the stone 
'Til they spread above the stone

 I pulled the trigger by mistake 
Floundering at the aftermath 
Slowly recognize the