Face your wrath I followed your shadow to the devils lair Upon a pale horse, pierced, gaunt and red Trampling the chests of demons and not looking back The weight of redemption on my shoulders when you said; I would give you more gold than you could fit in your fists, the entire world is at your fingertips. Face your rage and your hounds will turn on their own With each nail I will break your every bone Black and blue color my skin; that smirk leaves your face Reciprocated tenfold when I break your curse Hoisted up and bound by a traitor I left him in a field; his insides feed the birds I would give you more gold than you could fit in your fists, the entire world is at your fingertips. Face your rage Wrath is too weak a word When I rise your fate is sealed There will be nothing left but the blood on my knuckles Wrath is too weak a word Face your rage and your hounds will turn on their own With these nails I will break your every bone https://youtube/watch?v=uQTlxcHAnOI
Posted on: Fri, 26 Dec 2014 22:57:17 +0000
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