Indelicate Brew from Oratory by Hellblinki

Sleep my dear, please rest now
for the angels that stand at your bed
Memory will pale as your tired heart fails
these angels have come for your head
a fall from the stage for I've read the last page
but these angels will swallow your dread

get the keys from the Jailers invite the dead sailors
and all the young ladies of Spain,
we’ll dance on the caskets heads will roll into baskets
I hope that I’ll see you again

and who would have thought it would all end like this,
in the back of our shack built for two
relax dear, lie still, I'll drink to us both
this sweet poison that I made for you
here's to the angels that dance on the rim
of a glass of indelicate brew

sleeping and sifting past images drifting
I'm sensing the end of this show
your hand in my hand the Angels still laughing
they smile as they watch us go
Together at last, forever my love
the truest that we'll ever know

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