Letras
Spanish moon on a starless night
Explodes in fury and a chilling light
Soothes the eyes of some desperate man
Who will shot a poet in the name of religion
Cursing as they drive the last nail in
And the night screams
Maria Generosa what have you done?
Spilled drops of blood on my Spanish moon
The poet lives forever
The general dies alone
Barely the size of a greyhound
Listens to the bastard moan
As the priest croons
Extreme unction
Does he see the poet's face
Shattered like a gypsy mirror
Cold threads in a spider's lace
And the night screams
Casey Christie what have you done?
Spilled drops of blood on my Spanish moon
A note the poet's companion
Cursed the general's men
When years and a day later
Screaming at an end
Will Las Ragan and Chitan
Scratch the stubble on his chin
And step into a hail of fire
Hears the voice of his friend
Hysterical in the heavens
San Sebastian what have you done?
Spilled drops of blood on my Spanish moon