Morningstar

Far beyond horizons

There's a master in martyr's disguise

Pale as the Morningstar

Strung to the sky

Never mind the alters

Or the crooks in their saintly attire

All of us tinder-wood bound

For the fire

Could you lay me down

With my someone

To carry the weight

The damage I have done

Release the hounds my lady

Let 'em tear at the moon and the stars

Torment the heavens

And laugh at the sky

Dry your tears, my darling

There's a pistol-whipped look in your eyes

The captain was gentle, he left you

Alive

Could you lay me down

With my someone

To carry the weight

The damage I have done

Could you lay me down

With my someone

To carry the weight

The damage I have done