Текст песни
You wear your past like a leaden coat,
I wear my new skin, but it scratches my throat
You offer a flower to kill all the ache,
One more small mercy for heaven's sake
And oh, we march through the fire and the sand,
Your cold, steady hand in my trembling hand
To slay a king, to break a chain,
And forget our own, forgotten names
You see the sickness in every soul,
I see the body, and how it takes its toll
You call it sin, I call it a scar,
Two different doors, left slightly ajar
And oh, we march through the fire and the sand,
Your cold, steady hand in my trembling hand
To slay a king, to break a chain,
And forget our own, forgotten names
Your horns are growing, a beautiful blight,
My tears are falling, extinguishing the light
What are we becoming, in this god-forsaken place?
The last look of mercy on a devil's face
