Letras de The Stance of Evander Sinque - My Dying Bride

The Stance of Evander Sinque (original)

He was a poor man, though he was genius
Would they listen to this crazy man
Would they help him to his end
He was a tall man, pale skin and broken back
And no-one knew him, though he was genius
They feared him, locked him away
And in silence would he pray
He lived alone, though many voices spoke
He found peace, in his own little world
So they beat him, to his end
He lays forgotten
Dead skin and broken neck
And no-one knew him
Though he was genius
Who was he, that crazy man
Just a loser, to the end

(traducción)

Era un hombre pobre, aunque era un genio.
¿Escucharían a este loco?
¿Lo ayudarían hasta su fin?
Era un hombre alto, de piel pálida y espalda rota.
Y nadie lo conocía, aunque era un genio
Le temían, lo encerraron
Y en silencio oraría
Vivía solo, aunque muchas voces hablaban
Encontró paz, en su pequeño mundo
Entonces lo golpearon, hasta el final
Él yace olvidado
Piel muerta y cuello roto
Y nadie lo conocía
Aunque era un genio
quien era ese loco
Solo un perdedor, hasta el final