Today is the eve of battle and this Rammstein filk I imagine being sung by Mary Eleanor, her mind still on that prophetic dream, after Gustavus Adolphus has left...
WITHOUT YOU
I'd like to go into the wood
where you last were ere you were gone for good
Yet the evening throws its purple cloak
upon the paths on th'edge of pine and oak
And the forest is so dark, it's o'er
oh i'm so sore
and no songbird sings evermore
**^^^^^^
Without you I can't exist, without you
with you I know what I missed, without you
without you I count the hours, without you
with you I feel like no powers within me, without you
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On the branches in the trenches
all is still, all is lifeless
and my breathing is so hard and sore
oh i'm so sore
and no songbird sings evermore
**^^^^^^
Without you I can't exist, without you
with you I know what I missed, without you
without you I count the hours, without you
with you I feel like no powers within me, without you
