Imp Mountain Lyrics - Singles - Down With Me

Come forth young bard, 

Step into the light and recite 

The tale of Sir Albert Ross. 

Sing loud the verse 

That sullied this earth 

One cold miserable day 

Back in old '89. 

A sad song is played by a fire 

At the base of Imp Mountain. 

Nature refrains, for a moment 

He plays for the universe. 

Now Albert, from birth 

Was bequeathed with a curse 

That as long as he loved 

All else would die. 

Turned bitter by fate 

His burden he traded for solace 

When he solemnly removed his eyes. 

Now flowers grow from bleached bones 

In a glad on Imp Mountain. 

Albert's remains stain each page 

Of his unwritten parable.