The Boy Must Die - Sopor Aeternus & The Ensemble Of Shadows

I don’t know

What happened to the boy

Poor slave toy

To the old sardine can

Either way, he’d dead for all I care

They are all dead, for all I care

As an iron rule of thumb

Voice and vision must be one

Grateful to the hands you bring

But quietly the angels sing

Politeness was the hand that wrote

His name on parchment, graciously

Only a servant by my side

They only help he could provide

'Cause as an iron rule of thumb

Voice and vision must be one

Grateful to the hands you bring

But quietly the servants sing

Politeness was the hand that wrote

(Politeness was the hand that wrote)

His name on parchment, graciously

(His name on parchment)

Only a servant by my side

They only help he could provide

'Cause as an iron rule of thumb

Voice and vision must be one

Grateful to the hands you bring

But quietly the peasants sing

Oh, oh, oh, oh