The Stagnant Pool (Remastered Edition) - Felt

The stagnant pool

Like a drowned coffin

Still as a deceased heart

Haunting the ghost of the noble crusader

Who recalls pellucid ice clutching the aching twigs

Never a drop to disturb stagnation

Oh they say I'll never win

You'll always get beat

And like a drop of blood from the Devil's tap

I'm dragging the crusader behind

Slips purposely down the black hole back to hell

Steps purposely down the black hole back to hell

Steps purposely down the black hole back to hell

Steps to hell

Steps to hell