Lyrics Uniform of a Killer - Årabrot

Uniform of a Killer

'tis angel you are, you keep falling
Stalled at the horse
Crimson bled all over, the blood form a landscape
Thrice saluted you are
Thieving kermes dripping to the sticky mud
Hermes the pilferer dog the loot
Beard to his knees, the hands of a loiterer
The uniform of a killer
Maldoror, you who see ghosts
Do not love too long
Remember under every drunken dancer
Lies a dead man in his grave
The godhead on a celestial pedestal
Poking its finger at a vast and uniform mockery
Dying under a blazing star
The draught from below are your lovers breathing their dying breath
It’s a propensity hard to confront
An abyss which cannot be filled
A yearning which cannot be assauged
'tis an angel you are
Maldoror, you wear your heart painted on your chest
And under your very feet
Lies a dead man in his grave