Intro Men are made From blood and bone Like metals made from dust Men are bound to die alone Like metals bound to rust verse 1 Late, late, late night on the hill The poet came a knocking on the shamans window sill Help me my words don't visit anymore The shaman he laughed picked a mouse up from the floor They sat there in the dark whilst a mooty was prepared From the blood of the mouse and an eagles head Drink this said the shaman, it will calm you mind I promise the words will flow from you like the rain from the sky So the poet he drank, till the glass was bare While outside a nightingale sang in the air Thank you said the poet, may the gods bless your soul He shook the old mans hand, walked out into the cold Early the next morning as the sun began to rise Screams rang out across the old diamond mines My lover, My lover, My lover is dead Next to his wife lay the poet In his bed Men are made From blood and bone Like metals made from dust Men are bound to die alone Like metals bound to rust verse 2 After many years past and gone and many tears cried Still no one could console the poor old poets bride For in this life or the next still she implored That one of these days she would see her love once more Then one day in the winter while the famines took a hold Into a tavern walked a stranger from the cold Said I'm looking for my lover I've been away for many years The poets widow was summoned from her tears If it's you said the widow then where have you been The demons said the stranger they took me from my sleep They locked me in a cave put nails through my skull I escaped with the help of this lonesome nightingale If it's you said the widow then spin me a line The stranger cleared his throat looked deep into her eyes Said men are made From blood and bone Like metals made from dust Men are bound to die alone Like metals bound to rust They drank and they danced late into the night But the poets father was not so satisfied Next morning the stranger was awoken with a thud As the police came to take samples of his blood And as the results of the test came in The poets father screamed I knew it wasn't him Well a lonely executioner sharpened his blade From doing god's work a living he made And just before he raised his axe up too the birds He asked the stranger do you have any last words Bridge And the shaman he smiles up on the hill His promise to the poet was fulfilled And the widow she cries to the moon And the nightingale sang her last tune Said men are made From blood and bone Like metals made from dust Men are bound to die alone Like metals bound to rust Men are made From blood and bone Like metals made from dust Men are bound to die alone Like metals bound to rust