Sweating from the bridges i burn
Saved by some kind of grace i don't deserve
And when i take my brother's hand
Hold the knife to his back
When run him through i'll say
The devil is alive
And he spoke to me
Greater men will try and not succeed
The cost of a life is that no one gets out for free
We are forever bound to the burdens that we keep
I will trade away your life for silver
Your life
My river ran dry
Turned water into dust
You were born in holy water
And i was taken into the mud
I would black out the sun
I would trade anyone's love
For silver and for gold
For kingdom and for throne
He who casts the first stone
Cost of a life is that no one gets out for free
We are forever bound to the burdens that we keep
Broken promises intent on never being meant
Shiver from the thought of it
Life will reap what is wrought of us
When the river runs dry
When the river
When the river runs dry
When the river
When the river
