Lyrics

Alas, my friend
This time you’ve done me wrong
Under the pretense of fetching a flagon of wine
The wine, divine
But never to be mine
Instead I writhe as you put your vengeance to song
You sang:

“As the carnival loomed, I devised a plan to lead you to your tomb.”
That’s what you sang to me, Oh!
“When the carnival dawns, the blood of the lion is lapped by the fawn.”
I can still hear you sing now!
“And by the carnival’s end, you will be naught but a motley in skeleton.”

Who knew one could really die?
“For the love of God!” I cry
My life is the flying at dusk of Minerva’s owl
I rave, I howl
But nothing can stop your trowel
In brick and in mortar I’m forever mortified
And still I hear you sing:

“As the carnival loomed, I devised a plan to lead you to your tomb.”
That’s what you sang to me, Oh!
“When the carnival dawns, the blood of the lion is lapped by the fawn.”
I can still hear you sing now!
“And by the carnival’s end, you will be naught but a motley in skeleton.”

I want you to tell me how you’ve slept for the past fifty years
Don’t think I’ve been resting, each Carnival I return here
Before you swallow these vacant eyes and drown in their lachrymal tears
I want you to tell me, how have you slept?

For the past fifty years
Year after year I’ve returned here again and again and again
Drown on lachrymal tears
How have you slept?