You count you victims
He'll count your days
I am no more the one you're taming
I am the breath you feel behind
The cock has yet to crow three times
Before you will betray me
But this name's always on your mind
This is an early grave
Will you take what you've saved?
Go!
Kings and bastarts
Knights and peasants
One for all he has a reason
From the deapest deapths
And the lowest lows
Comes his reward
Squeezing tears when someone's sad
And smile when they require
Hating your brother makes you such a liar
You're such a liar
Go!
Saints and preachers
Mean and giving
Brightest minds and unbelieving
All running miles
And climbing heights
To find their gold
Like a wind he carries off
Those yellow leaves
But will he let you take it all?
Great to small
Piling his sheaves in rows
Inhaling the ocean's howl
Young to old
Gather their diamonds
To set them ablaze
Seasons change, the reaper reaps
Never stays his hand nor sleeps
Whets his blade and passes on
Hush, and let him be
Hating your brother makes you such a liar
Seasons change, the reaper reaps
Never stays his hand nor sleeps
Whets his blade and passes on
Hush, and let him be
Great to small
Piling his sheaves in rows
Inhaling the ocean's howl
Young to old
Gather their diamonds
Will he let you take them all?
You count you victims
He'll count your days
You count you victims
He'll count your...
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