Man, the one we followed has fallen to our foe
But, oh man, you can't just shed your soul and let ruin all your thirsting tongues
Your tolls grow tallies, but there's no judge to pay the debts
Our judge is dead but one must reside to bring down judgment
This is my call from the kingdom and i will stand
I'll stand for the fires of the victims
And i'll stay until their cowards on a pyre
Daughter! sweet daughter!
What has brought this bed of blood?
What man? what man has entered my home?
He's wreathed your body in sin
Now take my hand and show me the den where he lays
I'll marry a blade to his throat
I'll marry a blade to his throat
There's going to be blood for the blood that you've spilled
Blood for the blood of your forced will
We'll stand by the fires of the victims
And we'll stay until their cowards on a pyre
Now cut, cut until the head comes off
Now you've got to cut, cut until the head comes off
Composição: Micah Kinard / Oh, Sleeper
