| Song | Sphinx |
| Artist | Mark Lanegan |
| Artist | Duke Garwood |
| Album | Black Pudding |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:12.850] | It comes to line the road with scarlet flowers |
| [00:18.887] | Creatures begin to stir in a rush |
| [00:24.877] | Through summer days that last a thousand hours |
| [00:30.797] | ’Til nighttime drops down in a hush |
| [00:35.166] | . |
| [00:37.854] | A choir brightly sing |
| [00:40.513] | Shine like an heirloom ring |
| [00:43.855] | . |
| [01:19.080] | Within the tomb that has the light interred |
| [01:24.874] | In time will she release her prisoner? |
| [01:30.757] | No sound at all, the cold is swallowing |
| [01:36.844] | The rise and fall of some black hooded thing |
| [01:41.086] | . |
| [01:43.814] | A solitary bird |
| [01:47.015] | Hides beneath its wing |
| [01:49.786] | . |
| [02:29.355] | ’Til ivy paints the wall with green again |
| [02:35.369] | And all God’s creatures start to crawl |
| [02:41.233] | From when the harvest moon is vanishing |
| [02:47.454] | A lonely crow begins to call |
| [02:51.293] | . |
| [02:54.424] | A solitary sun |
| [02:57.445] | Sleeps above it all |
| [00:12.850] | It comes to line the road with scarlet flowers |
| [00:18.887] | Creatures begin to stir in a rush |
| [00:24.877] | Through summer days that last a thousand hours |
| [00:30.797] | ' Til nighttime drops down in a hush |
| [00:35.166] | . |
| [00:37.854] | A choir brightly sing |
| [00:40.513] | Shine like an heirloom ring |
| [00:43.855] | . |
| [01:19.080] | Within the tomb that has the light interred |
| [01:24.874] | In time will she release her prisoner? |
| [01:30.757] | No sound at all, the cold is swallowing |
| [01:36.844] | The rise and fall of some black hooded thing |
| [01:41.086] | . |
| [01:43.814] | A solitary bird |
| [01:47.015] | Hides beneath its wing |
| [01:49.786] | . |
| [02:29.355] | ' Til ivy paints the wall with green again |
| [02:35.369] | And all God' s creatures start to crawl |
| [02:41.233] | From when the harvest moon is vanishing |
| [02:47.454] | A lonely crow begins to call |
| [02:51.293] | . |
| [02:54.424] | A solitary sun |
| [02:57.445] | Sleeps above it all |
| [00:12.850] | It comes to line the road with scarlet flowers |
| [00:18.887] | Creatures begin to stir in a rush |
| [00:24.877] | Through summer days that last a thousand hours |
| [00:30.797] | ' Til nighttime drops down in a hush |
| [00:35.166] | . |
| [00:37.854] | A choir brightly sing |
| [00:40.513] | Shine like an heirloom ring |
| [00:43.855] | . |
| [01:19.080] | Within the tomb that has the light interred |
| [01:24.874] | In time will she release her prisoner? |
| [01:30.757] | No sound at all, the cold is swallowing |
| [01:36.844] | The rise and fall of some black hooded thing |
| [01:41.086] | . |
| [01:43.814] | A solitary bird |
| [01:47.015] | Hides beneath its wing |
| [01:49.786] | . |
| [02:29.355] | ' Til ivy paints the wall with green again |
| [02:35.369] | And all God' s creatures start to crawl |
| [02:41.233] | From when the harvest moon is vanishing |
| [02:47.454] | A lonely crow begins to call |
| [02:51.293] | . |
| [02:54.424] | A solitary sun |
| [02:57.445] | Sleeps above it all |