Testo di The Huntsman

Your die's been thrown Like skipping stones They ripple and repose You're all alone Inside your dome Tonight we go Home, past my body's treason Go, where the light is bleeding Home, but the night is still young Take me to the God who wronged me To my broken body 'Cause it won't be here for long In nothingness Eternal bliss Or atavistic mist Your time has come I hear the drum Tonight we go Take me to the God who wronged me To my broken body 'Cause it won't be here for long