Ten-Fingered Lullaby
Jack Swensson
The king is dead, long live the king
The king is dead now
The bastard has departed this mortal coil
What remains of his armies haunt me in my dreams
They visit me in cruel minutes
Topsy-turvy, lost at sea
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil
Our father
The ghost
My sons