Pathopithecus Lyrics – Tragos

On the black gallows, one-armed friend
The lean, the devil’s paladins
The skeletons of Saladins
Dance of the Hanged Men

Sir Beelzebub pulls by the scruff
His little black puppets who grin at the sky
The crow acts as a plume for these cracked brains
A scrap of flesh clings to each lean chin

You would say, to see them turning in their dark combats
They were stiff knights clashing pasteboard armours
Hurray, the gay dancers, you whose bellies are gone
Never mind whether it’s fighting or dancing

Beelzebub, maddened, saws on his fiddles
Clenches his knuckles on his thighbone with a crack
Uttering cries like mocking laughter
Skips back into the dance to the music of the bones
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Tragos Lyrics – Pathopithecus

Tragos

Pathopithecus