Elegy To Goyakhla

Lyrics for Elegy To Goyakhla

Saddle horn Worn femurs Worthy bones Gun smoke ghosts The last lost outpost No call from the wilderness Can't speak in stone wounds Wine glasses chink Down hollow rooms No grave for a hero like you No rest for a curiosity charm Chime with a turn bell toll Gone with a lecture bowl Witness to vacant ritual assembly Dormant prefectures Spoken with a whisper Used like an old scream Sold to peering slavers Another buyer piece on American TV Distant relatives remember Trees, dust, wind and mountains Forever, forever, forever