In fit of weakness and pride, I raised my fist against my wife
Still resting in the sauna, while I was eating inside
Then I saw the raging flames from the corner of my eye
She was taken to a better place and now I'm dead inside
In the sky I see my angel black as coal.
Gliding over this poor and broken soul.
This is how it goes, I know, but lords won't hear my woes.
Made amends the best I could, still they took away my work, my fields, my home.
I am just a lonely wolf, but still I sometimes need a pack
Blossom like a fragile cygnet that is made of solid stone
Drag myself down to hell but still I gaze up to the skies
There my angel burnt to coal smiles staring right into my eyes.
In the sky I see my angel black as coal.
Gliding over this poor and broken soul.
This is how it goes, I know, but lords won't hear my woes.
I'm a victim too you know, the winters frost's so cold it killed my garden gnomes.