The Sword lyrics : "Cloak of Feathers"
A silver chalice in her hands, a look of sadness in her eyes
A thing of beauty to behold, but a sorrow to possess
She'll take all that you offer until there's nothing left
Nothing left
Face hidden in shadow beneath a hood of quills
The fittings of her raiment conceal all her ills
Beneath her cloak of feathers lies a body soft and fine
Eyes of hazel green, flowing hair as dark as wine
A thing of beauty to remember, but a sorrow to forget
She took all that I gave her 'til there was nothing left
Nothing left
Of owl and of raven, of pea@@#! and dove
Of swan and of sparrow, woven with her love
Face hidden in shadow beneath a hood of quills
The fittings of her raiment conceal all her ills.
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