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The dying monarch raised his head And shook his hand , and wildly said , Ah , what is this , what's this I feel ? Ye Satraps bow the knee and tell What hand is this that does me bind , What weight is this that does me grind ; Some mightier arm than man's is here , I see and feel a keener spear . Ah , there again , I feel the dart Pierce with a venom to my heart ; It seems to grapple with my breath , Sure this must be the hand of Death . What's all my deeds of daring fame , Compared with this unequal game . I've thrown aside the bolts of war , I've rushed against the naked spear , I've conquered kings , empires o'erthrown , I've gathered laurels and renown ; But what do all these deeds avail , When verging on the brink of Hell ? Though nobles stoop and princes bow , What's their obedience to me now ?
Though thousands at my high command , Would each display a gleaming brand , And rush with madness on the foe , And hurl him to the shades below , Yet , all their bravery , all their might , Their in the bloody fight Would feel convulsed , would turn aside , Before death's sharp unsheathed blade . Though richest fruit my table decks , Though smiling plenty on me becks , Though luxury's unbridled steed Revels and riots round my bed , Though gayest garbs and textures fine Around my fever'd head entwine , Though all my vassals strive to please , Nought can this tortured spirit ease . Tell me , ye menials , tell we where I might a peaceful moment share ; Is it in the cottar's shed ? Is it on the peasant's bed ? If so , I'd willingly retire To some lone hut , and there expire . But thoughts like these are wild and vain , I hear Death rattling with his chain ; I must depart , I hear the call , I must forsake each gilded hall .
But , oh ! tis terrible to die , I fain would , but I cannot fly ; I fain would wrench from Death that brand He waves triumphant in his hand ; But , ah ! ' tis useless , now I feel His pointed weapon , fare - thee - well .
The monarch ceased , the courtier train Shook , muttered , gazed , and shook again ; They saw life's dying embers fade , They felt the sting of horror's blade . Before them lay a lifeless form , Which once had life with passions warm ; The hand was stiff , which oft had reined The war horse , and the prisoner chained . A lifeless lump of senseless clay The stern despotic MONARCH lay .
The mutant cousin of 'The Marion Flow' - also produced by Paul Winstanley - http://fiffdimension.com/tag/paul-winstanley - at the same sessions but with very different results. fiffdimension
Nat da Hatt collaborated on https://fiffdimension.bandcamp.com/album/neon-train-landscapes and brought a funky psychedelic guitar groove to our sound - here's his solo masterpiece. fiffdimension
Rhythmic post-punk from Horseface with a pop-forward sense of melody and the open-ended expressionistic impulses of DIY. Bandcamp New & Notable May 31, 2022