...... [verse 1] patroclus. I walk through the charnel fields all still. the Trojans sought to steal you from me. Hector dragged you from Ajax. Your body pulled behind the horses. I walk through the charnel fields all still in the wake of a trumpet blast played at my back. Illusory flame lights my brow my body is a vessel for wrath. now, so still dropping sweet like honey it fills me with its acrid smoke. [chorus] I wear ashes like a second skin call me pyrrha, call me Issa, call me pell-ih-dees - I'll draw you nearer at the tip of the spear. [bridge] Soft cloak of dusk sets behind my back Strange shadows on the fabric like a bitter concept. is it vision I'm lacking? [verse 2] Hector sought to steal you from me, to keep your crown as a war prize. prise the Trojans from me, on your pyre I'll burn the doves. twelve Trojan doves. [chorus] I wear ashes like a second skin call me pyrrha, call me Issa, call me pell-ih-dees - I'll draw you nearer at the tip of the spear. [verse 3] my body is a vessel for wrath. now, so still dropping sweet like honey it fills me with its acrid smoke. my brow lit with illusory fire I walk through the charnel fields all still and stoop to lift your body my back to the walls. my back to the walls.
