Nemoralia - Patrick Wolf

There passed a summer

Where our children went to war

With conviction without cause

Furnaces in the borough I was born

Dreaming echelons

Above my station

The corners I walk in

I waited and watched

On the corners

I dreamt on in my youth

In my youth

Heartless

Heartless

Now I dream of Orion

Sword by side

Sword by side

Protect the night

Heartless

Heartless

Sans Coeur

Tout sans Coeur