[00:15.47]There are some who are born distinguished
[00:20.08]There are some who are raised in praise
[00:24.28]But me I was always the last in line
[00:28.28]A blot in my father’s gaze
[00:32.00]No cheekbones chiselled on a feline face
[00:36.03]No skill or savvy with a sword
[00:39.69]But this game we all play is won in wily ways
[00:43.97]And sly is this littlest lord
[00:48.51]Cruel tricks of romance
[00:51.63]Degraded by their spite
[00:55.92] You snub your cub too many times
[01:00.22]You just might feel his bite...
[01:04.05]Beware beware of the words I twist
[01:08.04]I am small but my reach is long
[01:11.57]And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
[01:15.97]Are whispering the half-man’s song
[01:20.19]Whispering the half man's song...
[01:39.96]The land is a blooming orchard
[01:44.03]With fruits so juicy and ripe
[01:47.79]With a clink of a coin loose the lion’s loin
[01:51.71]Play a tune on the half man’s pipe
[01:56.04]In the arms of a whore I made a promise
[01:59.64]Sinking deeper into danger every day
[02:04.03]Cut through all their shit with a brazen wit
[02:08.00]Molding puppets from their minds of clay
[02:12.36]I’m no man of honour
[02:15.89]Myself is my true king
[02:20.08]But somewhere deep within me
[02:23.57]The bells of conscience ring
[02:28.27]Beware beware of the words I twist
[02:32.05]I am small but my reach is long
[02:36.01]And the ravens black against the winter’s mist
[02:40.08]Are whispering the half-man’s song
[02:44.07]They're whispering the half man's song...
[02:48.73]Whispering the half man’s song...