The Frail Ophelias - A Psalm for Duncan

Heavy are the hearts of men
Who trusted in your throne, who gaze upon your bloody brow
Bid the mountains fall on us and crush us in the wake
And banish us to weep no more
Our tears will drown the wind
Falling from a broken sky that angels cannot mend
Oh your soul will take its flight
If it find heaven, I pray you find it out tonight

Pity like a newborn child
Will ride upon the wind, on sightless wings to chase the dawn
Courier of dreadful news will blow the mournful tune
And stir up love in every eye
Our tears will drown the wind
Falling from a broken sky that angels cannot mend
Oh your soul will take its flight
If it find heaven, I pray you find it out tonight

Bloody drops like golden beads
Lay on silver skin, colors of the evil trade
Fairest king and fountainhead, spring of violent love
Overcome us like a summer's cloud
Our tears will drown the wind
Falling from a broken sky that angels cannot mend
Oh your soul will take its flight
If it find heaven, I pray you find it out tonight

I am just like one of you
With my hands stretched toward the blade
You were of a heart so true
With your hands stretched out for love

Written by:
Karl Digerness

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