Gild of Blotted Lucre Lyrics – Knoll

Bloated imperials brimmed with spirits
Foot atop mounds of bloodied vassals
Lowly caste bound to anguish
Scores of drones vying for the sap of greed howbeit forsake thee

Unstirring pool, dammed at every bourn
Assaying faint, drops of sullage flowing
Bath of flowered hems teeming with aurum
The noble steepened, conniving prayers

A sudden rain flees the overhanging cauldron
The many drones raise their goblets up from
Squalor
Groveling spirit, damned to thirst

Raise thee goblet up in joy
Fruit of a lacrimating crone
Stow and drain as many have
Bleakest of fates

Pitiless arc
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Knoll Lyrics – Gild of Blotted Lucre

Knoll

Gild of Blotted Lucre