Letra da Música: The Lovecrafts Were Quarreling - Rudimentary Peni

what! shall th' aspiring blood of lancaster sink in the ground- i thought it would have mounted! see how my sword weeps for the
poor king's death. o, may such purple tears be always shed from those that wish the downfall of our house! if any spark of life
be yet remaining, down, down to hell, and say i sent thee thither!