Ding 歌词

One mother rises Pulling the sheets from the crib All the disguises Wandering stars, what she did All the king's horns All the kings men Saddled and worn Raise the dead Holy, an infant He came to raise up the dead Wandering wise men What did you bring to his bed? Shapeless surprises Incense to bring to the dead Nothing is wrong It's what she did All the king's horns And the king's men Nothing is wrong It's what she did All the king's horns And the king's men Nothing is wrong It's what she did All the king's horns Raise the dead Nothing is wrong It's what she did All the king's horns