She rises early from [bad word] to the mirror
The [bad word] inflicted in moments of fury
He kneels beside her once more, whispers of promise
"Next time I will break every bone in your body"
And the well-wishers let the devil in
And if the river ran dry they'd deny it happening

As the card players steal their hands from the bottom of the deck
Row upon row of feudal houses blown away
Medicine for the [bad word] 
When the poets dreamed of angels, what did they see?
History lined up in a flash on their backs
When the poets dreamed of angels, what did they see?
The Bishops and knights well placed to attack