No Place For A Wicked Man To Die

Cold steel pressed upon my chest

Needle and thread sowed my dying bed

The women that I was meant to wed

Left me here to hang my head

Oh these walls are caving in

Lovers hearts are filled with sin

This game I've been playing I could never win

Think I'll pack it up, start over again

Build me a shrine of things that were once mine

Let the sands fall through your hands, take your time

Take me back to the place, of the cedar and the pine

This ain't no place for a wicked man to die

The dying sun spills his blood

Paints the sky a burning red

It shines on you and the one you love

And on your golden brass bed

Leaves fall from the tree like ashes to the ground

She walks on them just to hear the sound

Of a crumbling kingdom and a crown

Won't you lay my body down

Build me a shrine of things that were once mine

Let the sands fall through your hands, take your time

Take me back to the place, of the cedar and the pine

This ain't no place for a wicked man to die

This ain't no place for a wicked man to die