the spaniards
Singer:corgan, billy
sparse trails of haunted conquests
through gales of spotless sunsets boon
o' gentlemen who suffer bright
it's so here we divvy up the blight
to speak while irons spark
upswept to unlaced bodice
filled dragons full of graves
with pretty-8's we cried out of grace
till past was all but kept
the felled and the effects
mistook the misdeeds of the blessed