Eumenides Lyrics - Violet Cries - Esben And The Witch

These good hearts 

Are faling fast 

With these black marks 

So far inscribed 

A vicissitude 

Scores your palm 

A soul bequeathed 

To martyrdom 

Chevalier to which I'm bound 

Pulls me 

I don't blame you x2 

For we are men 

Who seek to undo themselves x2 

Again 

These tumults turn to frenzied fights 

Inside this addled mind 

Breeding gall and wormwood 

To me make me feel maligned 

Thous shalt find judges 

You will find acquaintances 

Be quiet, cursed wolf! 

For the sinners bark... 

(Uncontrollable, inconsolable, horses...) 

Silver bullets 

For sinners bark 

Silver bullets 

For sinners' hearts 

Silver bullets 

For sinners bark 

Silver Bullets 

For broken hearts