Bimbo's Ball, ljóð frá 9. júní 2019

So they'll know it, she and wrongful name.

Soon the crawling things from past to stay.

Over for the other game,

only those who will...

Sands of prayers in summer's camp,

sins are leaping near...

Modern life, no more than fear?

May it be the tramp!

Gotten more than daily Delos fill?

Doves of pain so skinny stray...

 

Only then and if they were so kind...

even those can say that girls are bad.

Lovers always left behind,

like the ones in chess...

Get it now, he's not like that!

Never was at all!

Still so much at Bimbo's ball...

bleak, the other cat!

See, I loved that holy, deadly dress!

Days will pass, still one was mad!

 

I'm not here to offer same to you.

Only her was beauty, like a queen!

Will not change it... deeds will do...

dummy games and faith...

Think you're something special, speck?

Speak or let it rest!

Only for the babe who's best,

brides on lower deck?

Soon they'll come here seeing mistakes, wraith...

Somewhere learner's place on screen!