Titus Groan - Aldous Harding

I would rather die than sleep tonight

I would rather die than dream

But to this bed I’ll bring myself

If that’s what they want

Behind this house there lives a boy

I hear him cry at night

He sits alone and waits for sunrise

Follow me down for

Wine and tales of bravery

Follow us down for

Mead and songs of victory

He’s running from the underworld

A moving beast of men

It’s hungry for a fearful heart

But Titus, he’s far away

Follow me down for

Wine and tales of bravery

Follow us down for

Mead and songs of victory

My king drinks from gold

My king drinks from gold

My heart needs no gold

My king drinks from gold

My king drinks from gold

My heart needs no gold