Lost Land in the Saraband

Darling don’t go lusting through that luminous land

The regret could never bring back your dull blind eye

Once I heard that sacred sound in the saraband

 

Let’s look past their foolish teardrop lies and withstand

That plaguy Mediterranean hang fly

Darling don’t go lusting through that luminous land

 

Many have gone in searching for the upper hand

Except with this man whom first fell for its dry cry

Once I heard that sacred sound in the saraband

 

Night ends when this land forgets to steal our last brand

But its air is fat with a blank corpse on standby

Darling don’t go lusting through that luminous land

 

Blood red iron runs free through a cast of a limp hand

In its pipes, which pass by a dry wine’s Windsor tie

Once I heard that sacred sound in the saraband

 

Sickness flooded that realm under uneasy concrete sand

No bad man’s deed can change that sad lasting stone sigh

Darling don’t go lusting through that luminous land

Once I heard that sacred sound in the saraband