The Stagnant Pool Songtext
von Felt

(The stagnant pool,
Like a drowned coffin,
Still as a deceased heart,
Haunting the ghost of the noble crusader,
Who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs,
Never melting,
Never a drop to disturb stagnation. Oh they say I′ll never win
You'll always get beat
And like a drop of blood from the Devil′s tap
I'm dragging the crusader behind
Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell
Steps purposely down the black hole back to hell
[Repeat])