Winter's House کے بول

Oh, my love, my ancient son Angry at everyone Mouth full of thorns pulled from nature's back Yeah, we'll never forget that Born on an ancient day Named with an ancient name They don't know, they don't care They don't notice that you're there Oh, my love, my ancient son Pacing your attic floor God's in his church with his guilty spires Yeah, he's no friend of ours Kings of a rising tide Nursing our wounded sides We don't know, we don't care We don't notice that you're there