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Black leather on bloody knuckles, steal in her stare

They say she never walks into a fight with a prayer

They brand her a manslayer, counting bodies like scars on her skin

Every target, every shadow feels the weight of everywhere she's been

It's Black Widow, they don't see the war inside her

Every arrow that she's loosed puts another name on the altar

God will judge her for the heart she pierced so narrow

Will she let Jesus lead or keep reaching for that bow and arrow

We don't know, it's Black Widow

She hears verses in the sirens on the street at night

Little church, she passes by, but she never steps into the light

Cross on the mirror, fogged up by her shaking breath

Could there ever be a pardon for a woman married to death?

Will she drop the bow, open both hands, follow the sparrow?

Can a killer find a kingdom down a broken, holy, narrow road?

Or stay the shadow, stay the hunter, stay the arrow

Only heaven holds the ending of the story of Black

Widow

It's Black Widow

Black Widow

Black Widow