Stable Will Letra

eyes a passing foal

if god has teeth I have none
like a pirate prevail
upon the silver raiding ships
merciless men are few

from my horse's lips the song is sung:
"you will be a sovereign"
from upon my horse's ears the crown is hung
"you will be a sovereign"
your serrated head anoint our dead
brutes disrobed and deft
heads that for their honor roll
rot under heaven's bowl

above our saddle come to rest
toes hang from the branch
a horse that waits for a rider's death
never keep riding
I keep my horse at stable