The beautiful pain parade
Dancing through
As tears poured
Hugging the living
Mourning the accidental death
Making plans for the icon
The Norwegian prince
How could this happen
It is a terrible tragedy
How could this woodsman bend
Into this wind
Swirling high in this ravine
Oh how could these tears understand
The moss loosening under foot
The degradation of grey
The loss of self
The Norwegian prince
Longing
full of despair
Floating in his waiting
The dance was not mine in these tears
Twirling in this third world mortality
The witches brew bubbling
As he put this ring on his finger
Wishing it were hers
Kissing the lens
Faking through the day
Wishing the dread lock king
Had not taken his semen
Leaving the cock flaccid
And the spell is broken my Norwegian prince
As you lay waiting
In the place you chose to bleed out
With your balls in your hand
Littered with sad words
So pathetic in this longing
And they kept coming to say goodbye
And the drink in our hands
Raised skol
As the hell opened