Of Lament - Yautja

With a mouthful of crow, tell me more

Lay it on thick with that «New sound»

Have the time to tell it again?

So callous as a friend

Never ceases to amaze and disgust

Revel in the moment, writhe in the year

Shed the skin, born anew

Stumble into sounds of lament

Scavenge, plunder, pretend

So callous as a friend

With eyes of green and forked tongue

Who have you become?

Though pained, my regrets are few

In vain, my trust in you