| Song | Halfman's Song |
| Artist | Miracle Of Sound |
| Album | Level 3 |
| [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... |
| [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 halfman' 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 halfman' s song |
| [02:44.07] | They' re whispering the half man' s song... |
| [02:48.73] | Whispering the half man' s song... |