November Letra

Where the black river rambles
I eat only flowers
Then I retain their powers
I love my belladonna
I love to lose your honour

And I am the second son
And I am the radiant one
I live among the olden folk
Where the poppies and the thorns choke
And I eat only morsels
That I steal from the mortals
And I love my little arrow
And I love her to the marrow

I am the third son
I am the forgotten one
I live among the aerials
Where the birds have their burials
I eat only pure amnesia
So my memory can't freesia
And I love my tiny maiden
And I love to put the blade in