Текст песни Banshee's Cry - Посвящение Королю

Hello you, the sunny ghost of the father of rock and roll
Your bright heart did not bring so much love
You are the late king for living, suffocating on the throne
You commit us to the wander of the blood in the blood

But now in this festive mourning sea
Your name is written in chalk on each buoy
My teacher shot himself a long time, playing Cobein
I fell asleep under the last solo on a shotgun

And my uncle was like Bon Scott - he laughed and cried
Pouring the stomach with fire, behind the glass - a glass
I do not know who pulled his body from the car,
Just saw the throat he was spelled by a volcano

My brothers breathed you like Lennon and Marley
From them suddenly wrapped in zinc coffin
And the other with Ja pulls smoke from a long bong
Rubbing the foremanned forehead

So enough to cry over the broken up the royal guitar
We go to the shore to fall only day and a little bit
But you know, I'm just like you are losing from bronze
And I want to turn in your Red Sea again