I fought in the old revolution
on the side of the ghost and the King.
obviously I was very young
and thought we were winning;
I can't pretend I still feel like singing
now that they are taking away the bodies.

In this furnace I asked you to go deeper,
to you whom I cannot betray.

Then you began to stammer
as if you had nothing to say
to all my architects, let me be the traitor.
Now let me say that I myself gave the order
to sleep and seek and destroy.

In this furnace I asked you to go deeper,
to you whom I cannot betray.

Yes, you who are worn down by power,
you who have been absent all day,
you who impersonate sovereigns in the tale for your children,
the hand of your beggar is heavy with money,
the hand of your lover is clay.

In this furnace I asked you to go deeper,
to you whom I cannot betray.

poetry/song) of the everlastingly fresh LC
(the old revolution)