Текст песни Boiled In Lead - Blackened Page

Old woman, your hands are thin, and I think as scarred as mine
Old woman, is this all a lark, or is it how you spend your time?
Old woman, they tell me here what you do is called a crime
Old woman, your predictions aren't worth a copper dime
Old woman, I hate too much, I must give it vent
Old woman, you are hiding here inside your tent
Old woman, how much more will I have to repent?
Old woman, will I have left my mark when my days are spent?
Old woman, it is only false joy you bring
Old woman, upon your hand I see a death's-head ring
Old woman, it's our winter, and we'll never see a spring
Old woman, it's time to cry, why must you still sing?
How can you have lived this long, and not give in to rage?
Don't you understand; we've both outlived our age?
There is no final curtain; this is not a stage
Can you read what's written on this blackened page?
Old woman, tell me when to hold the sand and when to let it spill
Old woman, tell me when the sun's light will touch my window sill
Old woman, tell me if it's me or those around me who are ill
Old woman, promise me that I will never have to kill