Lyrics The Gray Man (For Albert) - The Oval Portrait

The Gray Man (For Albert)

Tune, to him
For weeks, to speak
While on trial, for him, for weeks, to speak
You’ll conjour up, unholy hosts for tasting the blood that we desire most
All the sunlit sermons, to appease the parents, at the service.
while he sat
You’ll recieve, nothing, for condeming a hero
You’ll recieve, nothing, for condeming our hero
Watching the bodies turn, they’re all walking on the bridges, he’d already
burned, and the crowd just stared
Staring at the man.
they've condemned to death.
at the man, they’ve condemned,
to death
Condemn us, down!
Condemn us, right down!
Now they sit in rooms (just like always) they try to speak, but a silence looms,
above their heads
As they sit around and around and around, around the man, they’ve condemned,
to death
Condemn us, down!
Condemn us, right down!
«she died.
a virgin