Eleanor

Hide me in your forest

where the wiles turn black

your sugar sweet in my mouth

your eyes stabbed in my back

take me where the orchids grow

most delicate and pale

in a soft moss that’ll sink all sound

but the winds of a widow’s wail

Steal me to your cavern

whose hard echo never fades

your crystals trickle down on me

a brigade of bayoneted blades

to where the earth heaves exhale

and its precious ores take form

where shackled prophets are outcast

so that religions may be born

I followed your love to the letter

put my faith in that sacrament

bound in a brocade of boiled black leather

as tough as the old testament

Eleanor

You fought a good great war

And I’ve got nothing more to answer for

Eleanor

So here I am in exile

at the cliff edge of a dream

I’ve sacrificed it all for god

and everything for you my queen

Prayed like a pilgrim for the sins

paid for this whole pillaging crusade

I’ve sacrificed it all for god

and everything for you my queen.