Instrumental Version

Ehena Of Broken Promises

In the farmyard
where the angels sing chanson,
she resides
as a shadow, unwoken dream
at night where angels scream
of broken promises, midnight
Comes closing.
In the farmyard.

It was a time
long ago, when fire had sticks
to light the fire.
With this wine she worships
this unholy sacrament.

In the farmyard
where the angels sing chanson,
she resides
as a shadow, unwoken dream
at night where angels scream
of broken promises, midnight
Comes closing.
In the farmyard.

And some angels she
stabs so cleanly with gusto.
The angel’s knifeblood.

And from this farmyard,
To the Strasbourg she waited
for dropping blade.
But it was not this death
that bid her adieu.

But the asylum, where the bedtime
with rope swinging, bid her goodnight.