Weight In My Lungs

While the day's time was resting, I'd ride in all nights

And I'd spill all their blood before the waking of light

Finished with reaping, I'd ride out again

While they cry with their children, and bury their men

Of a gather of women, I would settle with none

I took daughters from fathers, left mothers with sons

Consumed by glory, and thirsting with lust

In the end, all those things turned to ashes o' dust

And weight in my lungs

A weight in my lungs

Men tried to struggle, women appease

Children would fall down to grovel and plead

Drowning in prayer and full of mistrust

In the end, all those things turned to ashes o' dust

And weight in my lungs

A weight in my lungs