Testo di Titus Groan

I would rather die than sleep tonight I would rather die than dream But to this bed I'll bring myself If that's what they want Behind this house there lives a boy I hear him cry at night He sits alone and waits for sunrise Follow me down for Wine and tales of bravery Follow us down for Mead and songs of victory He's running from the underworld A moving beast of men It's hungry for a fearful heart But Titus, he's far away Follow me down for Wine and tales of bravery Follow us down for Mead and songs of victory My king drinks from gold My king drinks from gold My heart needs no gold My king drinks from gold My king drinks from gold My heart needs no gold