La Mort D'Arthur
Sopor Aeternus
The Death of Arthur
When I was a little kid
We often roamed the countryside
in the brightest sunlight, or in the rain
my mom took me by the hand
and as she had me in her grip
a frown then crossed her face
she turned her head, looked down at me
and spoke these words of prophecy:
"Cold hands, frog nature
no trace of love in sight!
With cold hands, you're frog nature,
nope, there's no sign of love!"
"The little frogs, the little frogs
that's a funny choir.
They have, oh they have
no tails and no ears"
"The little frogs, the little frogs
that's a chilly choir
they have, oh they have
no little tails and no ears"
