invade. What a terrible fate. We await. . Astral aliens. Planning transmission to earth. Oh they're no fallen angels. Is there a way to protect us. From their blinding brilliance. For they come in
wings. We are frozen on the lake. So close to watch her die. But too far to leave together. This tomb of ice finally ripped us apart. We are sleepless swans, frozen on the lake. . Lay down your
. As I tore them apart. I dined with the swans. I drank from their heart. . Their fevering cries. Dulled with a crack. I broke all their spines. I drank from their neck. . As I came back to
A farmer there lived in the north country. A hey ho bonny o. And he had daughters one, two, three. The swans swim so bonny o. These daughters they walked by the river's brim. A hey ho bonny o. The
