[Lyric] Thirteenth Season (Thunder, Tomb & Throne)

Unfortunate man
Wife dead by Spring
To know one's self forgiven
Is to live like a king

Would you deny our swollen bounty?
Who are you to keep us from our prize?
Appease the beasts around thee
Appease these golden eyes

Unfortunate man
Wealthy only in ills
A stranger to rest and his country men
Reapin' alone, weepin' alone in the hills

Do you deny our swollen bounty?
Who are you to keep us from our prize?
Appease the beasts around thee
Appease thеse golden eyеs

Countless tales of lambs, and of kings
And of drought and of locusts warn
Lightning will dance as thunder sings
To announce the coming storm
The first spears of light that struck your face
As you clambered from the womb
The coldest of winters and a warm embrace
All but lead you to your tomb
Just as liars, crooks and thieves
Would thirst for an empty throne
Will a madman ramble endlessly
Of destinies unknown
Alas, no wealth of quips, and of jibes, and of rhymes
Will fit thirteen seasons into fourteen lines