Toorali

from by eleventh he reaches london

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Toorali

He hates himself, but loves the robe he wears, he drapes himself, the cold is yet to come

His heart swings to, the waves beneath the hull, he dreams of love, but love has left his world

He spends himself, boiling his ethanol fine, he shares it all and leads us to sing

Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali Aye

He said “dreams are richer than life, so sleep whenever you can”, I know I shouldn't repeat this, but I'd love to take my Queen’s neck and then shout “OFF WITH HER HEAD!“ and paint a cross with her blood, comparing the one she drew with mine, well they look the same and they'll always look the same'

And we sang toorali addity and we sang toorali aye, I'm reborn in criminal empathy, or rather, a blade to the throat


Toorali Oorali Oorali Oorali Aye

Death is my holiday, from being alive, as I leave old England behind

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from Hollow Be My Name, released 28 March 2009

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