Wise Man's Fear (The)

The Forges Of Ire
Your sons are dead Killed by your own hand Your daughters have fled You drove them from the land Shame to you, a plague on you You’re nothing but bones and air Shame to you, a plague on you You stacked your fire with the bones of your dead For a thousand years may your eyes never find rest May the rest of your days be spent running from the past May you wander the earth as a nomad Nameless until the day you die Wear a smile that’s held open by an iron hook See shadows and traces of death everywhere you look Feel exhaustion in your core that you cannot sleep out And let shame, shame haunt you like the grave For a thousand years may your feet never find rest May your heart dismay and feel no peace as you grow older May you spend your every waking moment Looking over your shoulders I swear no sleep until you are dead No rest until I hold your head No sleep until you are dead No rest From Letras Mania