[Intro: soft ambient sounds, faint crow caws, distant wind rustling] [Verse 1] The childhood game is brief — one slip, you’re gone, For those who hid too late, an epitaph is drawn. Spit over left — a charm to keep ghosts blind, Beyond the milk-and-honey shore, a chessboard heaven’s sign. Sticky fear, cloying, I cloak my soul, Beneath willow bushes, in chessboard control. A werewolf on the choir’s stand howls at a star, No silver coins — he drifts from shore to shore afar. [Soft instrumental transition] [Chorus] Only angels are right in this colorless heaven, A right-wing lost among left ranks, sins forgiven. A wolf’s new moon — a swan’s final beat, The top of requiems — Lady Requiem’s biggest hit. [Short instrumental break with melancholic folk instruments] [Verse 2] By a cheap slab, like in silent films' frame: Photos, numbers, tacky and dim the game. White with crosses, black with icons shown, Truth harsher than a crow’s cry — guard your own. Gingerbread flesh, whip’s soft inside, Black juice of joy — emptiness’ tide. Tenderness in black latex, a white Choco Pie, Beyond the Bifröst — black-and-white sky. [Build-up instrumental bridge] [Chorus] Only angels are right in this colorless heaven, A right-wing lost among left ranks, sins forgiven. A wolf’s new moon — a swan’s final beat, The top of requiems — Lady Requiem’s biggest hit. [Outro: fading soft crow caws, gentle ambient sounds]
