Текст песни Black Spot

You count you victims He'll count your days I am no more the one you're taming I am the breath you feel behind The cock has yet to crow three times Before you will betray me But this name's always on your mind This is an early grave Will you take what you've saved? Go! Kings and bastarts Knights and peasants One for all he has a reason From the deapest deapths And the lowest lows Comes his reward Squeezing tears when someone's sad And smile when they require Hating your brother makes you such a liar You're such a liar Go! Saints and preachers Mean and giving Brightest minds and unbelieving All running miles And climbing heights To find their gold Like a wind he carries off Those yellow leaves But will he let you take it all? Great to small Piling his sheaves in rows Inhaling the ocean's howl Young to old Gather their diamonds To set them ablaze Seasons change, the reaper reaps Never stays his hand nor sleeps Whets his blade and passes on Hush, and let him be Hating your brother makes you such a liar Seasons change, the reaper reaps Never stays his hand nor sleeps Whets his blade and passes on Hush, and let him be Great to small Piling his sheaves in rows Inhaling the ocean's howl Young to old Gather their diamonds Will he let you take them all? You count you victims He'll count your days You count you victims He'll count your...