There areAm some who are born diEmstinguished
There are Am some who are raised in Empraise
But me DmI was always the Amlast in line
A Fblot in my Emfather's Amgaze
No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
No skill or savvy with a sword
But this game we all play is won in wily ways
And sly is this littlest lord
BbCruel tricks of Amromance
DeGgraded by their Amspite
You Bbsnub your cub too Ammany times
You Gjust might feel his Bbbite...
BeAmware beware of the Emwords I twist
I am Amsmall but my reach is Emlong
And the Dmravens black against the Amwinter's mist
Are Fwhispering the Emhalf-man's Amsong
FWhispering the Emhalf man's Amsong...
Intro riff
The land is a blooming orchard
With fruits so juicy and ripe
With a clink of a coin loose the lion's loin
Play a tune on the half man's pipe
In the arms of a whore I made a promise
Sinking deeper into danger every day
Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
Moulding puppets from their minds of clay
I'm no man of honour
Myself is my true king
But somewhere deep within me
The bells of conscience ring
Beware beware of the words I twist
I am small but my reach is long
And the ravens black against the winter's mist
Are whispering the half-man's song
Whispering the half man's song...
They're whispering the half man's song...