So it goes, the story of a passing ghost
Turns eye to see a masquerade in forest green
This haven of the shamed,
they whisper cabalistic names
like fortitude and favour
like venus and odin
so it goes – so it goes
fanfares at the blessing for the king of ghosted myths
a monarch of the isolated, a figurehead for this
fascination with divination
in a medieval faith, honoured and ornate
like dignity and noble
like lovers who will never stumble
so it goes – so it goes
shallow turbid waters, follow cyclic loiters
turns eyes to view a masquerade in seasoned blue
this haven of the garnered others
they sing of battles, lovers, brothers
like liberty and faithful
like landscapes ever fateful
so it goes – so it goes
like venus and odin
(as dignity and noble)
like venus and odin
(as lovers who will never stumble)
like venus and odin
(as liberty and faith)
like venus and odin
(as landscapes ever fateful)