Swans - Esben and the Witch

The swans begin to bellow

Bellies full of pearls

Screaming down the houses

Whilst the willows start to fool

Bow their boughs and buckle

The curtains they are drawn

The cavalcade and symmetry

Commands for those to move

The mutiny procession

Somber and serene

A pageant on behalf to show

Her majesty’s esteem

The lake is turning darker

It’s as black as ostrich plumes

Though I paraded answers

With a noble magnitude

Nail down the mirrors

Pour the wars in the rooms

The hands of the grandfathers

Have settled on high noon

We are the ire

We are the ire

We are the ire

Here come the ire