Songtext von A Settling Of Ways

Tangled in this divine coil I ponder on the concrete and the highest of laws The injuries layed upon cannot be excused I will keep you company not much longer For I see my end is bound by earth But not thrice I go under At the smallest of ills, I lay my sword upon the table and ask for blood I place a plague on all your houses My half is dead for yours has slain The end is not the end you live, so why dread I send no messenger The nectars and wounds Are too great to let by All I ask for is justice For death is death no matter if the axe is golden And love is love no matter how selfish