作詞:Ezra Koenig 作曲:Chris baio, Rostam Batmanglij, Ezra Koenig and Chrisopher Tomson
Last born of clan
First one to be free
Live inside a house
Beneath the hanging tree
Loved them deadly nights
That chilled him to the bone
Words were cried at night
In unforgiving tones
Blood of his man
Was gone beneath snow
He pickd up his knife and his bow
Killer of Jonathan Low
Violence from without
And anger from within
Crawling through the fields
Informing next to kin
They all turn their backs
But they all knew his name
And if he could return
Thay`d probably do the same
The blood of his friends
Were gone beneath snow
For all that I know
He died
Killer of Jonathan Low
The blood of his friends
Was gone beneath snow
For all that I know
He died
Killer of Jonathan Low