Eumenides - Esben and the Witch, Mogwai

These good hearts

Are falling fast

With these black marks

Too far inscribed

A vicissitude

Scores your palm

A soul bequeathed

To martyrdom

Chevalier

To witch i’m bound

Pulls me

I don’t blame you

I don’t blame you

For we are men

Who seek to undo themselves

For we are men

Who seek to undo themselves

Again

These tumults turn to frenzied fights

Inside this addled mind

Breeding gall and wormwood

To make me feel maligned

Thou shalt find judges

You will find acquaintances

Be quiet cursed wolf

For the sinners bark

(Uncontrollable…

Inconsolable…

Horses…)

Silver bullets

For sinners bark

Silver bullets

For sinners bark

(This is for madmen only)