I could have danced with the demons of the underworld, shovelling coal
I could have consulled with the priests using split tongue words, making heads roll
Either way I won't win
So where do I begin?
I learned to swim by the shores of the black flood, splashing in fear
I've traded in twice my share of this martyr blood, so bring me here.
Thundering!
I seek forgiveness from the dead, for what's not even a sin.
Thundering!
I'm praying for resurrection, although there's no such thing.
The anvil fearsno blow, no yell
As swept off the face of the earth
Distant fields may seem green
But still better than ten more yeares at the gate
(From Dusk Till Doom)
We're all taking turns at the weel, spinning fortune round
No amendments for all of my deeds until our doom is announced
When judgements falls I cave in
Meanwhile I'm thundering
Thundering!
I seek forgiveness from the dead, for what's not even a sin.
Thundering!
I'm praying for resurrection, although there's no such thing.
When judgements falls I cave in
Meanwhile I'm thundering
Although there's no such thing
